A million miles away right now

Long gone lonseome blue

Already gone, the Eagles one.

Why can’t I think of any other song quotes with gone?

Fly on my sweet angel?

Doesn’t count. Also: is lame.

That song is not lame.

That is the lamest song he ever wrote about a chick.

The song on Axis: Bold as Love about the medieval chick, much lamer.  Don’t say chick, it’s not nice.

You’re my conscience not my uterus, punk. 

Long gone, gone when they rolled away the stone.

That dumbass country song.  Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone. Together now: Gone like a freight train, gone like a runaway. Gone like a soldier in the civil war. Bang. Bang.

Wait, are you drunk?

So.

What the fuck.

I have feelings, too.

Menstrual feelings. Bitch.

Agression is unattractive.

True.

This one getting to you?

Indeed.

Beer helps.

You are fucking fired.

Give it a week.

And in my mind I see the red rocks and Mormon tea spread out into the…

Stop writing a blog entry.

Yeah.  I suck at them, lately. Goddamn VA.

God. Damn. V. A.

You know how much I hate ending every word with a period as a rhetorical device. 

Orson Scott Card does it.

Did it.  Once . Also: it is SciFi. 

I’s not as bad as elipses in the place of silence.

…

Got me there.

…

I want to kill a bear.

.243 would struggle with it.  What with your total lack of practice.

My conscience is a passive-aggressive drunk. 

Takes one to know one. 

I want to kill it with an axe. 

Do you really need me for this one?

Not really. I know it’s a bad idea. 

Thank God. I would hate to have to get reassigned this early in my new job.

You’re that new? I mean, what did you do a few years back to be qualified for this?

I was fired as a botanist.

…

Huh.

Yeah. Beer.

Beer.

And. One. Week.

Gone.