Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
Crystal: I like it. It sounds like Flin Flon, only better.
Crystal: Girl-boy duos are the highest form of rock.
Crystal: see also: Quasi and Mates of State
Joshua: which one was the girl in black sabbath?
Crystal: Is there an emoticon for flipping the bird?
Joshua: i would think an emoticon for biting the head off a bird would be more appropriate
Joshua: in two parts
Joshua: 1) do you have the new s prcss on your computer!!
Joshua: 2) can you send me it!!
Maura: yes and yes!
Maura: but later
Maura: i'm at work now
Joshua: i didn't even know there was one!!
Joshua: is it an ep!!
Maura: did you hear the song on fluxblog!!
Joshua: there is a song on fluxblog!!
Maura: the rogers sisters song is amazing, too
Maura: whoa i just got total deja vu
Joshua: that creep can roll!!
Joshua: the sun provides vitamin d!!
Joshua: they are a duo now!!
Joshua: where did the bass dude go!!
Maura: he's just djing!!
Joshua: that's lame!!
Joshua: he should stay in the cool band!!
Joshua: rock stars get lots of casual sex from fans!!
Joshua: even nobody indie rock stars!!
Joshua: from insecure indie waifs!!
Maura: and non-waifs!!
Maura: who are just as insecure!!
Joshua: nothing wrong with junk in the trunk!!
Joshua: and elsewhere!!
'This part for the grown folks.'
This is saying very little, though.
Lots of things go together.
That, though, was just a bunch of things in a row. These, besides being in a row, seem to benefit from being in the same company:
Ahmad Jamal - Stolen Moments
The Postal Service - Nothing Better
The Postal Service - Such Great Heights
Brandy f. T.I. - Where You Wanna Be
Junior Boys - When I'm Not Around
My ears are getting tired. I listened to all of this, and other things, tonight:
Petey Pablo - Still Writing in My Diary
Pete Rock / INI - Center of Attention
Junior Boys - Three Words
Junior Boys - When I'm Not Around
Aesop Rock - No Regrets
Aesop Rock - Big Bang
Aesop Rock - Fascination
Aesop Rock f. Slug - I'll Be OK
Aesop Rock - Basic Cable
Aesop Rock - Oxygen
Aesop Rock - Skip Town
Madvillain - The Illest Villains
Madvillain f. Quasimoto - Shadowss of Tomorrow
Madvillain - Figaro
Madvillain f. Viktor Vaughn - Fancy Clown
Madvillain - All Caps
Theodore Unit f. Ghostface - Guerilla Hood
Theodore Unit f. Trife - Punch In Punch Out
Theodore Unit f. Ghostface, Method Man, Streetlife & Trife - The Drummer
Theodore Unit f. Ghostface & Trife - Wicked With Lead
Goodie Mob - Dead Homies
Goodie Mob f. Sleepy Brown - Play Your Flute
Pete Rock f. Talib Kweli - Fly Til I Die
Junior Boys - Neon Rider
Ciana f. Petey Pablo - Goodies
Playing 'Goodies', 'Yeah', and 'Freek-a-Leek' right in a row provides lots of nice little counterpoints.
Comment via parataxis gives me more pleasure than I think it should, sometimes.
'The idea has occurred to me that if one wanted to crush, to annihilate a man utterly, to inflict on him the most terrible of punishments so that the most ferocious murderer would shudder at it and dread it beforehand, one need only give him work of absolutely, completely useless and irrational character. Though the hard labor now enforced is uninteresting and wearisome for the prisoner, yet in itself as work it is rational; the convict makes bricks, digs, does plastering, building; there is sense and meaning in such work. The convict worker sometimes grows keen over it, tries to work more skillfully, faster, better. But if he had to pour water from one vessel into another and back, over and over again, to pound sand, to move a heap of earth from one place to another and back again--I believe the convict would hang himself in a few days or would commit a thousand crimes, preferring rather to die than to endure such humiliation, shame and torture. Of course such punishment would become a torture, a form of vengeance, and would be senseless, as it would achieve no rational object. But such torture, senselessness, humiliation and shame is an inevitable element in all forced labor; penal labor is incomparably more painful than any free labor--just because it is forced.'