Me-pleasingly. Economical and sinewed, reminding me of those skinny guys with taut skin and oversized veins–usually a jutting, global butt, too, of scientifically symetrical proportions–and a red Izod shirt that they may or may not remove when they huff out those 40 pull-ups (but, if there’s any consolation, without quite lifting and lowering in the full vertical range that a proper pull-up must have to be counted toward the sixth-grade Presidential Fitness award, ahem, but that’s taking me too competitive a direction)–it’s the unefforted penetration of the victim coinciding with a steady maintainence of a light heart and heartedness.

Witful anger is a more wallopful bother because it keeps control and lays demonstratively bare a weakling affrontage or a figure-favoring body armor shining with a just-freshened mist of buttery non-stick spray.

To what Google Base uses may we return, Horatio!

We use RAID5-arrayed (redundant), hot-swappable SCSI.
Why aren’t you even cheaper?

Sounds so good like fevered, hum-pitched sex with a fetished spray of pesticide with cartooned branding and EPA ire sufficient to leave a devil-may-caretaker permanently and happily retarded.

I like, too, that the phrase has been supplied by the same smart people that host this collection these.

Also, I like that they chose a name like Textdrive. Like to see the alpha-half finally getting a drab of their due after decades of digitalia and syntactics so closeted they stubborned and gruffled up a smokescreeny socio-economic identity as code. Textdrive has more horsepower than gigahertz, clean lines, bored-out cylinders, and seats just wide enough to let you do what naughty you need to, taking us full roundtrip; how ’bout that title, euh?

“Bankrupt On Selling,” Lonesome Crowded West, Modest Mouse

well all the apostles
they’re sitting in swings
and I’d sell off my savior
for a set of new rings
and some sandles
with the style of straps that cling best to the era
so all of the businessers
and unlimited kill
where they buy and they sell
and they sell all their
trash to each other
but they’re sick of it all
and they’re bankrupt on selling
and all of the angels
they’d sell off yer soul
for a set of new wings and anything gold
they remember
the people they loved their old friends
and I’ve seen through’em all
seen through’em all
and seen through most everything
all the people you knew were the actors
all the people you knew were the actors
well, I’ll go to college
and I’ll learn some big words
and I’ll talk real loud
goddamn right I’ll be heard
you’ll remember the guys
that said all those big words
they must’ve learned in college
and it took a long time
but I came clean with myself
I come clean out of love with my lover
I still love her
loved her more when she used to be sober and i was kinder

Three four things to note here>:

• Above all its air-stealing beauty, devasting truth, and sweeping import. I tell you it kills me. I have big mouth respect.
• In the middle of it all, between everything, how so me.me this part is:
  

  well, I’ll go to college
  and I’ll learn some big words
  and I’ll talk real loud
  goddamn right I’ll be heard

• and how gooden nice it will be when it’s this part that’s so that.me:
  it took a long time

  but I came clean with myself

• …as, perhaps, the I’m-sure-quite-kind folks at should do. Course I swawped the lyric paste off of one of those clutterly flashy respositories of shamey pleasures, mistakes, and, yes, lyrics. The I’m-sure-unwitted irony of this particular instance is that the page title there reads asi: Modest Mouse - Bankrupt On Selling Lyrics. I enjoy the convenient and gunning toward exhaustive access to long confusions and longer lovers, but it occurs to me now, with their less-than-subtle prodding, that these folks have pretty much stumbled into the perfect contrastabalance between…[cheesic]artful personal expression and heartless money-shooting chintzery. Bien hecho.

[yeah.]

Deeper into the site one finds this: “Each scenario is a narrative sequence of geometrical exposition written-and intended to be read-as a separate continuity.”

Hell yeah.