I do not exist today.

[riff]

I am not here. I am not there.
I am everywhere.
I am a free-floating whisp of undifferentiated nothingness.
And I don't care.

 

[phrodeau]

I am Sam I am, I am.

 

[riff]

Over 50,000 killed in the Viet Nam war
A crippled soldier and a crippled whore
Count on the History Channel to give us more.
Martha Stewart is a patriot.

 

[peachykeen]

Ah yes but do any of us truly exist, and if so, how do we know?

 

[riff]

Ah yes but do any of us truly exist, and if so, how do we know?

You are paying too much attention to advertising.

 

[Guest]

I am not here. I am not there.
I am everywhere.
I am a free-floating whisp of undifferentiated nothingness.
And I don't care.

Loud and clear, Boss.

 

[Soblue]

Martha and her "so easy to make" Almond brittle can just fuck right off!

I ruined $10 worth of almonds trying to make that the other day.

 

[amelia]

Did you use this recipe?

Almond Brittle

Oil a 9-by-13-inch baking sheet, and set aside.

Combine sugar and 2 tablespoons water in a heavy-bottomed saucepan.

Cook over low heat until sugar is dissolved. Cover pan, and bring to a boil.

Leave cover on until condensation washes down insides of pan.

Turn heat to medium and cook, swirling pan occasionally, until sugar turns amber in color and registers 320° on a candy thermometer.

Quickly stir in 1/2 cup sliced blanched almonds, and pour mixture onto prepared baking sheet.

Spread with back of a metal spoon until thin. Allow to cool completely, and break into pieces.

 

[Soblue]

It was something like that yes! I think it called for 3 cups of sugar and a half cup of water though. I boiled the sugar to the soft ball stage 238 degrees and I used a candy thermometer!

I've never made candy before, and wouldn't you know I fucked it up! Lol!

When it cooled, I had a big sheet of wet sugary almonds.

 

[juicylips]

Hiya, riffilicious

 

[sexy-girl]

How to Disappear Completely

That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

 

[sexyguy2]

SoBlue,

I wish you would replace your av with a profile pic of you braless and standing up straight.

 

[hogjack]

I do exist today

But I'm questioning the month of May 1989 and two Thursdays ago. Otherwise, my existence is confirmed for most of the time since the early 60s.

References available upon request.

Thanks.

 

[riff]

It's all so figurative.

Does any one read Vonnegut or listen to Hendrix these days?

I want a bucket of Sugar Creek Fried Chicken Livers.

We all live in Midland City, Ohio. One day we will all be gone, thanks to a neutron bomb.

(meaningless art posts to follow)

 

[Wiggles]

Who wrote that S-g? I really like it.

 

[riff]

Who wrote that S-g? I really like it.

Where did that come from?

 

[Wiggles]

Never mind. It's Radio Head, off of the CD Kid A.

Hi riff