Oct 13, 2025 Nothing

 Oct 13, 2025 Nothing 

Still zon(k)ed /  out as we do before during and after yesterday’s 10-hour drive from The Beaches - ‘bless us our lord’, (y)our man Cin the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Balti-memoires and nothing began yesterday evening’s grace that five-lettered wordle at dinner back home in Luksvegas better as we do before during and after digging / in to the same, and thanking the pig who gave its’ life because pork tenderloin prepared by (y)our (wo)man and their neighbor and guardian angel HrIsSuE, and then going on and on and on about the same and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty, innit lord, ‘and thank you for Mario Ann-dretti the driver at the wheel’ and referring of course to (y)our (wo)man and the(ir) housemate the(ir) Ma Noslouc, whose driving at 130 kilometers an hour shaved two hours off the drive as we do - (y)our man Cin nevertheless manages to hulk-smash away at the same of this pleasant Monday Thanksgiving before during and after in mid-Shocktober, still zon(k)ed / out is all / we gots.

Course it’s a first world problem to be having to work (y)ourselves into a lather over a ten-hour car trip - ‘the rugby club’, (y)our man the(ir) housemate at the Rugby House The Briarpatch aksed it better in shock and awe in the mid-naughties before during and after hearing about our upcoming tournament trip to Trinidad and Tobago, innit monsieur debonaire, ‘is going on / an air trip ?’ - that might have been completed in nine at the quickest, even (not) accounting for (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Noslouc’s lead / foot, ‘beep beep’ she intoned and beeped the car horn both yesterday mo(u)rning before during and after tail-gating some other fellow speedster on the cinfamous Quebec highway 20 for a good half an hour before during and after videeing the BMW sedan (they seem to enjoy travelling at such / speeds, the anthropologist in (y)our man Cin tries and fails to mansplain the possible reasons for the psychotic driving to be observed and yesterday participated in and on the roads because carmaggadeon) head off onto the most recent exit that four-lettered word from the highway because assez, enough’s / enough, as well as the extremely rookie mistake of driving anywhere of an emo Thanksgiving Sunday or action de grace as the French as always and their language have it better, working (y)ourselves into a lather is all / we gots.

“Nothing’, (y)our (made)man Michael Vito Corleone as played by the actor Al Pacino cinfamously answers his own question better in Francis Ford Coppola’s immor(t)al film The Godfather Part Two and before during and after telling (y)our man the U.S. Senator Geary from Nevada, present at the Corleones’ son Anthony’s christening extravaganza at the(ir) Lake Taos beach-house, and replete with the Nevada Boys Choir as we do, innit Electrified JC (that’s enough, -id.) that you can have my answer now, Senator in regards to the various hurdles and hoops that (y)our man the anti-hero of the piece Michael Corleone will (not) have to jump / over and through in order to have a Corleone-run casino licensed in Nevada because you people and the(ir) greasy ways and the Corleone family has a lot / of buffers, ‘and which I would appreciate’ (y)our man Michael ends his shockingly disrespectful reproach to (y)our man the U.S. Senator Geary from Nevada, later of course in the film to be blackmailed because roofie’d as we do in a sex game gone / wrong in one of the Corleone brothels in Las Vegas because legalize(d) it,  and apropos the final $20,000.00 (in 1970s dollars ! ) gaming licensing fee that the Corleone family will not / pay, ‘if you would pay / yourself ‘, and nothing is what (y)our man Cin contributed to the ten-hour drive yesterday heading South from The Beaches to Luksvegas up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here, zon(k)ed out as we do from the early oh eight hundred hours’ departure time for the trip and having to catch (y)our man the(ir) pandemicat General Meow before during and after (y)our man General Meow (hooker please, oh wait, what ?) jumped into / and out of the car as we do not once / but twice , and still / tired as we do from the drama that five-lettered wordle from the evening / before because End of Summer The Beaches drama, roofied is all / we gots.

‘Working’, (y)our man Cin settled upon as an answer to (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Gilles et Jacques Villeneuve Noslouc’s open-ended and leading question that began / and end the End of Summer The Beaches drama that five-lettered wordle befre during and after the Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody before, innit Cat Stevens - before during and after being eventually fed / the answer by (y)our (wo)man the(ir) Ma Speedy Gonzalez Noslouc distraught as we do and her after / ‘ruined’ because unable to account for (y)our man her son Cin’s whereabouts between fifteen hundred hours and seventeen hundred hours that Saturday after before during and after it became another Sadurday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody (that’s enough confirmation bias -id.) because End of Season The Beaches drama and unsatisfied with the non-answers that he had given her because none your bid’ness, ‘this is not a conversation’, (y)our man the actor Michael Cera answers his bestie better in that watchable rockumentary Sacramento as we do  before during and after (y)our man Cera’s character’s bestie in that film ends up parking the(ir) car in a parking lot and then losing the ticket or car keys or whatever and then ends up somehow blaming / (y)our man his bestie played by Superbad Michael Cera as we do though it was entirely (y)our man his bestie’s doing, and now demands an explanation but Michael Cera’s character is having none / of it in the scene, ‘a conversation that I want to be / having’ - working is all / we gots.

And working / still as we do of (t)his pleasant Thanksgiving Brand New (Mon)day because further / South up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in Luksvegas - ‘and my heart is still’, (y)our man Cin hulk-smashed it better on Facebook before during and after being advised of your passing twelve (!) years ago because regime zero origin story as well innit perfesser and stealing from Van the Man’s tune Brand New Day as we do, ‘and I’ve got / the will / and I don’t really feel so / mean’ - hulk-smashing away at (t)his Take THis THing Back to Balti-memoires and nothing as we do of (t)his action de grace holi(Mon)day after before during and after the(ir) ten-hour odyssey of a drive that five-lettered wordle down from The Beaches yesterday, before during and after which (y)our man Cin did little other than doze / off because zon(k)ed / out from the night before, as well as read the NYTimes Sunday on-line edition and navigate occasionally, though he missed the exit that four-lettered word from Quebec Route 20 to Route 30, adding another half an hour to an already cinterminable trip because carmagaddeon in the passenger seat, ‘am I’, (y)our (made)man from the Mexican cartel akses the character Anton Chugar, played to Oscar glory by (y)our man the actor Javier Barden in the Coen brothers’ film version of Cormac McArthy RIP’s immor(t)al novel No Country for Old Men, better before during and after jumping into the pick-up truck required to visit the crime scene and deal gone / wrong in that movie, ‘riding / bitch?’, working / still is all / we gots.

Course ‘I used to smoke five packs of cigarettes / a day’, (y)our man Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band sing it better in the(ir) love-dirge (hooker please, -id.) Trying to Live My Life Without You, ‘it was the hardest thing to put them / away’ - ‘he smokes ’, (y)our wo(man) their Ma Danicka Patrick Noslouc stage-whispered it better to a neighbor in The Beaches last week , to much eye-rolling, though (s)he’s not entirely / wrong that five-lettered wordle because The Beaches End of SUmmer drama and because why / not ? , and referring to (y)our man Cin as we do, ‘three packs / a day’ - ‘I’d drink four or five bottles of wine / I kept a glass in my hand all the time’, and along with the month-long work from home stint at The Beaches earlier (t)his August and book-ended as we do by (t)his more recent two-week stint of the same, it’s back to the grind that five-lettered wordle soon / enough, though not tomorrow because Tuesday is the work-from-home day, ‘Tuesday’ the immor(t)al Rugby Club choir book mockumentary  hymn Days of the Week chorus has it better, accompanied as we do by the erstwhile Nevada Boys Rugby Club choir making the universal tongues-out gesture and filthy guttural sounds of cuntilinguis , ‘is the uhh-uhh day’, though mitigated by the fact that four-lettered word that (y)our man Cin like Michael Corleone in The Godfather Part Two these days and years does / nothing on either end of the trip from The Beaches to up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in Luksvegas in terms of either boarding / up the rentals at the Beaches along the mighty Saint Lawrence River for the year or opening / up the place along the more manageable Ottawa River in Luksvegas because nepo baby (that’s enough, -id.) and though not unable, more uninterested in getting his hands / dirty as we do pretending / to act the fool and do anything other than chase / (y)our man the pandemicat General Meow before during and after the(ir) ten-hour odyssey of a drive yesterday because folks now to do it for us because guardian angels, ‘on the way’, the sign at the entrance to the nearby Luksvegas Dragway and damn-near only game / in town up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here in Luksvegas when it comes to entertainment of any / kind says it better if unwittingly enough, and apropos the circuit of dragways that one imagines dots / the North American continent because carmaggadeaon and culminating apparently in Sin City, innit Apparent Lee, ‘to Las Vegas’ because Nevada Mormon’s Boy Choir, the uhh-uhh day is all / we gots.

Meanwhile and ‘by’, (y)our (Irish)man the actor Stephen Rea’s IRA member-soldier purrs it better as we do to Forrest Whitacker’s British macho hostage in the Irish director Neal Jordan’s immor(t)al film The Crying Game, ‘the way’, the cinquarium has suffered certain losses and a watery grave that five-lettered wordle whilst (y)our man Cin was away galavanting in The Beaches before during and after (t)his Straycation 2025 / Free-Dom 55 edition (hooker please, -id.) up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up on out on up in here at the hands of (y)our (wo)men the(ir) guardian angels who do everything for the Nosloucs but wipe their asses as we do (that’s enough, -id.), hooking up as a child might the old cinquarium with the new one by way of tubes and cleaning out the old cinquairum with abrasives or whatnot - when what’s required of a hobbyist is to transfer gradually the water from the old tank to the new one because cycled and nitrogen-free and all / that - and resulting in only one of the three remaining fishies left / alive since last / he checked and all of the tragedy now a secret because three fishies like people can hold a secret the saying goes, as long as two of them / are dead that four-lettered word, fishy is all / we gots.

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