Archive for the ‘Rock Droppings’ Category

Do you see what I see?

Thursday, November 25th, 2010

Chewy Lives

Wednesday, October 27th, 2010

6 months after Chewy was stuck to some bar’s dumper.

Barf or Swallow?

Saturday, October 16th, 2010

Useless Shit

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

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Cindel Returns

Monday, May 3rd, 2010

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A while back, I was forced to leave Cindel in the wilderness because I feared she could not handle the abuse of the terrain; after all she is very young and inexperienced.  That was a day to regret, for weeks I agonized over my decision to leave her, praying that Mace would find her and take care of her.

To my good fortune and on the happiest day of my life Cindel returned to me, better than ever.  She told me a young native boy covered in hair took her in and made her his wife.  She said at first she was confused by the native boy whom she called Wicket.  But over time Wicket showed Cindel the ropes and helped her become a woman.  When I first saw her I did not know what I was looking at, she looked much different, stronger, and faster, even so we quickly became friends again.  She never told me why she left Wicket but explained she was glad to be home.  I decided to leave it, I was just glad to have her back.

Yeyeye yea YEAH!

Saturday, April 24th, 2010

On stardate 421-666, the CP Crew visited one of Earth’s highly populated cities to see one of their favourite space bands.  Performing was an odd mix of filthy fucks that crawled out from under some maggot infested galactic stump.  Needless to say, once they saw us they stepped up their game.  I was surprized they recognized the CP Crew as we were not in our true form, taking on the appearance of dirty skids common to that particular region.  Despite all the filthy humans meandering around, we enjoyed the music as well as participating in local cultural activities.

Gaf

Lone Seagull

Ricky Bob

Astro Fist

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Watch the volume on this bitch – could be loud.

I hate trolls.

Tuesday, February 2nd, 2010

Troll Hole

If you’ve ever wondered where a troll comes from I guess now you have an idea. I was surprised when I discovered this place, I thought they lived under bridges.

Go clean under your bridge, troll.

The wandering loveless…

Thursday, January 28th, 2010

The wandering loveless
Faster Than the Speed of Love- (Youtube Link)

I was just sitting on a rock, thinking about how awful the beach smelled. A guy walks up to me, the odour was burning like a thousand seagulls eating burger king and crapping at my feet. The fellow was unaffected which was weird.

He starts asking me if I’ve seen this girl. He described her and she sounded gorgeous, almost perfect. I told him I had been there all day just watching the gulls; there was no way I’d forget a girl like that. He explained to me that she had sent him an email 30 years ago and told him to meet her at the beach.

I took his picture and told him to fuck off.

Cindel

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

Cindal

So this is my bike Cindel. She has saved my ass on many occasions, she cuts corners like Kit and she’s faster than Falcor. What’s most important is she’s beautiful, and that’s why I named her Cindel. If you don’t know where that name comes from then you haven’t lived.

The other night when I was riding Cindel through a shit load of dirt and mud this tune started playing.

The Windmills of Your Mind – (Youtube link)

When I heard the natural sounds of this fabulous song something from deep down inside me began to surface, I became energized and full of rage. I could tell Cindel was having a hard time handling this new power that had arisen within me. I jumped off the bike and jogged the rest of the way home. She’s still sitting on that fence in the picture. I hope she’s alright, I know she is, Mace will take care of her.