2016-06-03 ‘it was / a garbage can.’

 2016-06-03         ‘it was / a garbage can.’ 

 

Even for Cin, he’s moving slowly / of this TGIFFriday, innit G, evening, videeing the second Europudding film of the evening at the cindominium after GTFO of an earlier one, ‘it was’ the Ralph Fiennes record producer said it worse and to serve as Cin’s exit line from No Splash (oh please hooker -id.) earlier this evening, recounting the record producer’s time working with Mick and the Stones and about their choice of percussion instrument for one of the albums, ‘a garbage / can’, a garbage / can is all / we gots.

 

And this one isn’t much / better, Summer of ’04 it’s called, the story of a bourgeois German family – you know they’re German ‘cause  they speaken ze deutsch – soon to be torn asunder as we do by the arrival of the new sailor in town, who as sure as night follows day will be sleeping with the fraulein of the family and then the daughter and then ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE (that’s enough -id.), ALL HELL BREAKING LOOSE  IS ALL / WE GOTS.

 

Good times, course this Eu®opudding ®ental is ©in’s default way of dealing / with the disappointment of a matinee movie downtown gone / awry, though this movie Splashy (oh please hooker -id.) started at 18h45, just late enough so that his cinevitable departure allowed only a brief ©atnap just now before he has to start hulk-smashing away at this edition of this Take This Thing Back To Baltimore me-moirs and ALL HELL BREAKING LOOSE.

 

‘It’s just money’ the sailo® in this movie says it better to the f®aulein now, waxing nostalgic about his time ‘in Ame®ica’ in the sports management racket, ‘and / stupidity’ ,money and stupidity is all / we gots, it’s either a case of more brains than money – for all of us – or more money / than brains, ‘you look in their eyes and you realize that they understand / ‘ the Russian tennis coach said it better of the vast majority of his charges, ‘nothing ‘.  Cin has always loved the Slavic brutality of this coach’s correct understanding, it’s not ‘very little’ or ‘not enough’ that we don’t understand it’s ‘nothing’, understanding nothing is all / we gots.

 

 This being a Eu®opudding movie, and a talkie, the ®apey new sailor in town is sure enough after sleeping with / the f®aulein – in case you wonder about what section of the video store Cin found this gem in (in Luskvegas the di®ty ones in the VHS rental collection were hidden and found cinappropriately enough under a plastic / sheath, just like the penthouses and Playboys delivered by (y)our (mail)man Cin at Club Midd back in the 20^th, which were wrapped / in black plastic, making them if anything more / conspicuous as we do), rest assured you that it wasn’t the Adults Only hidey-hole at the back, but in the section from which Cin chooses most of the movies reviewed so far up on out on up on out on up on out on this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and Adults Only se©tion, namely the foreign ©orner, though to be fair Cin thought that this one was surely F®ench, given its’ prurient subject matter, prurient subject matter is all / we gots – and causing no end / of grief, no end of grief (we know we know, -id.) is all / we gots.

 

‘Recovery’ your man and fellow-sufferer’s cap says it better, ‘is possible’, Cin videed the wearer at 8h30 this mourning (oh please hooker -id.) on the way to wo®k, as the wearer sat on a park bench (m)uttering to himself and to the wo®ld / in general, and then, ten hours later downtown, when the wearer and Cin were both waiting for the same / bus, ‘Bank’ your man aksed the bus driver better – of the cintersection in O-Town of the church and its basement where the 12-step meetings are held of a WTFednesday, and apparently of a TGIFFriday, evening – ‘and Sixth?’ 

 

‘Yup’ your man the bus driver replied it better, and though Cin got off that bus at an earlier stop than Bank / and Sixth, he can tell you that the stories that are shared in that church basement are staggering stories of suffering and perseverance, better in all ways than anything that you’re likely to find within the pages of this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and staggering stories of suffering and perseverance,  staggering stories of suffering and perseverance is all / we gots.

 

Still/ and all , ©hances are that ©in will play / tomorrow, playing / tomorrow is all / we gots, ‘(wo)man does not cease to play because he grows old’ the wall slogan said it better at their grandpapa’s house – and here Cin is making the slogan t®ansexual (oh please hooker -id.), for the 21^st cintury (that’s enough -id.) fox, and here’s / the punchline – ‘(wo)man grows old because (s)he ceases / to play’.

 

It’s Par© Olympique ®F© / Rugby Football Club from Montreal who is after lining up tomorrow after to do battle ®oyale with Cin’s O-Town ®ugby Club for the umpteenth time, doing battle ®oyale for the umpteenth time is all / we gots.  ‘I woke up’ a ©ubicombs neighbor recalled the Sunday Mourning (oh please hooker lighten up, it’s ‘morning’, not / ‘mourning’ -id.) ©oming Down after his own RFC’s battle ®oyale with Parc O last month, ‘with cleat marks all over my face / and back’, waking up with cleat marks all over my face / and back is all / we gots.     

 

It never gets old, that, the tired and sometimes near-paralytic feeling that comes over you the morning after / a match - though the rest of Cin’s rack-and-pinion steering is getting a little / rusty, what with this cinstant low threshold sometimes verging on high threshold pain in his left shoulder – and a How Does It Feeling of ‘attaboy’, a How Does It Feeling of ‘attaboy’ is all / we gots.

 

Last week’s match was no picnic, and Cin’s RFC goes into tomorrow’s matches – there are still somehow two sides that need to be fielded, even in the RFC’s reduced / cincumstances (oh please hooker -id.) in the league this year,  reduced / cincumstances is all / we gots – with a League ®ecord so far this year of O / and One, where the ‘O’ means ze®o Wins, and we all know about ze®oes up on out and up on out on up on out and up on out and up on out on this Take This Thing Back to Baltimore me-moirs and ze®o, and the ‘one’ means the Big L, the most shameful of letters, ‘loss’, loss is all / we gots, ‘there are about ten people, tops, up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on this Dog and Pony Show’ Cin said it better this after, only without the Tou®ette’s and that bit about the Dog and Pony Show, ‘who would even understand what I just said, and two of them / are dead’ that four-lettered word, cincomprehensible is all / we gots.

 

Go(o)d times, innit go(o)d, if it’s not (wo)management that ©in will be after joining on the ®ugby ©lub – he says that like it’s a thing, meanwhile he’s been on the ©lub exe©utive for umpteen years and is ‘assupposed to be writing game reports before, during, and after each match in which he participates in any which way, shape, or form, like last week’s Most Cinausipicious Start to a Captaincy that ©in has videed yet, where within five minutes of the first league match of the season, your man this season’s field ©aptain was red-carded, along with the other team’s ©aptain, for kicking and punching each other in the nuts and then in the face, in that order, ‘what kind’ Cin’s side’s captain said it better as he exited the field to sit in shame for the remainder of last week’s match, and probably for several matches / to come, ‘of fucking Rugby do you play / in this country?’, your man the ©aptain of course an impo®t, and this Season sure to be / a long one, this Season sure to be / a long is all / we gots – it may be supe®fan, though that too / is unlikely, ‘I miss’, (y)our man the retired baseball player Willy Mays said it better, and favoring the same as we do over the public relations and special appearances and all / that, , ‘playing’, nuts is all / we gots.

 

In the meantime Cin will put together his match kit – oh wait it’s already in the trunk of his car, Cin was ‘assuposed to go to training on Tuesday and Thirstday this week, and they never get any / more or any / less thirsty because regime zero,  but begged off because lazy that four-lettered word and his left shoulder is radioactive and will force him to stop typing in five..four..three…two…one - still he’ll need a towel and soap and more than one god-damned t-shirt like last wek-end, innit Jonah Lomu and off he’ll got to do Battle ®oyale tomorrow at the ®ugby ©lub Home Field, Cin’s umpteenth se©ond home,  the ®ugby Park we call / The Elms.

 

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