The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here.
10 September 2009 22:59
Have guitar, can travel - no job too small.
Dear Mr Ishmael,Could I trouble you to leave a note out with lodger, Stanislav's porridge?Ask him what happened to part two of "Summer with Stanislav", I was looking forward to that.
stanislav, mr daisy, as you know, ruminates and then, in his halting alien fashion, holds forth, we must await his convenience, I as eagerly as you.
Can you play like that, Mr Dick? Y'know, like it was easy.
Mr Daisy,Unless you are referring to part three you will find part two on TDP in the right hand sidebar, it is called Summer with Stanislav, dining out.
Gosh no Mr Ishmael, only thing I can make art with is a 7 iron which hardly keeps the cheap seats enthused.
That's a shame, Mr Dick the Prick, thought that in you we had the makings of a Days of Ruin Blues Band. Never mind.
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