the kicking horse of scope creep

I argued that a six-sided enclosure was the best kind of enclosure to curl up into. I contended that no heaven could be better than a boring heaven.

My response was somehow characterized as being both terse and excessively verbose.

Yes I held a grudge, but it was mostly your fault. You never told me how you actually felt about my gold plated hat.

U.S. Girls – R.I.P KISN

We raided the tower but failed to breach the threshold of the cell housing the giant brain.

“Teach me how to train it before this inner monologue starts to nag.”

That was all I ever said.

I woke up as a shapeshifter. You finished up the time machine the day before. We felt like things would end up ok.

For now I’ll keep in mind the fact that this information is coming from someone who has spent more than a little time flirting with the idea.

Coletta Paris – Broken Heart Tango

I learned this weekend that throwing away dead baby pigeons is unpleasant and sad.

God knows what knowledge by experience I have yet to acquire.

KG – Cheap Drug Cycle