chronic
old and in the way
Maybe it couldn't actually be done but what a great idea.
This is indeed a great idea. But as a floating city-state/culture/whatever, it will sail into the territorial waters of established nations. And then the challenges will begin.
reminds me of Triton City ...
people will not go near those pods because of superstitious beliefs.
I'll bring the digi-cam. No need for film. A friend of mine's neighbor produced TBWP. Obscene dough-ray-me. For real. Lives in Plandome, NY. I'm talking Bentleys, without the ghosts. Have your people call my people. And don't worry about the bears, like HST, I own a doberman. My fourth. It is genetically armed with teeth. Actually killed a squirrel yesterday, and brought it to my back doorstep. My son was laughing. The dobie, Chocolate, loves bear meat. What's our next step?
... and some sort of beer....you choose...only not shit american beer...
...only not shit american beer...
You win. Perhaps B&W, grainy. Out of focus most of the time. Original. And 32 cases of Johnny Walker Blue. No beer. No dogs. Just an endless supply of Marlboros. Sans filter. Or we can tear 'em off. When? Before Cannes, I hope.Digi-cam??!PTCHA!i cough into your face....we need flicker and grain and all that movement that comes with the wonders of light on chemical goops. My people have all gotten too drunk to talk to anyones people...except their own people...i guess its those fucking vagrants again...
There is an army of underground beers here in America that is secret. European tourists will never find them. They will get the Bud and the microbrews and the Guinessess. If you ever managed to get a real American beer from behind the plexiglass you'd shudder and reject it. Your system could not handle it. Maybe if you have a worthy american acquantance they can enlighten you. Be warned.I've not drank much good american beer...I'm sure theres some good stuff...however i'm positive theres some shit stuff...
bravo good sir...bravo....bring fifteen rolls of toilet paper and three ballpoint, inkjet, fountain pens... we shall have our own multi-faceted novella of epic and oblique proportions....*chunder*....get me my hat and poncho....You win. Perhaps B&W, grainy. Out of focus most of the time. Original. And 32 cases of Johnny Walker Blue. No beer. No dogs. Just an endless supply of Marlboros. Sans filter. Or we can tear 'em off. When? Before Cannes, I hope.