Sandy Negroes

“Have you ever wondered what sand tastes like?” she asked her younger cousin.
The sun burnt boy looked at her and replied, “No. What if it’s dirty?”
The gawky ten-year old stood up and pompously stated, “I don’t think so. In religion class, we learned that people use it to cleanse themselves before prayer.”
He looked up at the seemingly knowledgeable girl, squinting his eyes against the lazily lingering afternoon sun.
The two silently left the moist, beachside area and scampered toward the scorching, dry sand that sent little children bouncing in frightful delight to the cool water.
They were sprawled on the ground, their bellies absorbing the spicy soil. She scooped the warm earth in her palms before giving the sand a quick lick.
“What does it taste like?” he asked wondrously.
She was fixated on the loud crunch of the tiny grains’ echo, “Try it.”
He quietly followed the procedure. The young girl grinned freely when he answered himself, “It tastes like salt.”




PS's...
Juliet - Avalon [Remix] - 'Lo0ve this song
Telepopmusik - P.Zdar Dub Remix Full
Band of Horses - The First Song

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The Adventures of Purgatory: The Finale

Random quotes made by Purgatory himself concerning the power of yummy sushi:

-" I fly over the ocean spreading sushi joy."
-"Once inside, we started enjoying Edo Pride."
-"...a call from Nibaq requesting that we go out to eat, and we agreed of course since it was EDO! Our second home!"
-"We were craving sushi, so we ended up at Edo."
-"It was a quiet night at Edo and the food was excellent as usual."
-"Edo pride, Edo pride, Edo pride."


PS's...
DJ Sasha - Xpander
The Dust Brothers - Single Serving Jack [Silent K Remix]
Timo Maas - Heaven
Dirty Vegas - Days Go By

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The Adventures of Purgatory*

PS's...
Gate Wesley & Band - Do the Batman
Public Enemy - Fight the Power
DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince - Summertime
Mungo Jerry - In the Summertime

*Note: Purgatory is a real & living blogger who was willing to star in this strip.

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Spring Break

DaMn good PS's that'll last yah till me comes back :) Shout out to Jambino :P~

RJD2 - Ghostwriter's
Vitalic - Poney Part 1
Prefuse 73 - Pagino Cinco
DJ Krush ft. Tetsuro Naito - Univearth
Paul Oakenfold - Salt Tank:Eugina 2000 (Progressive Summer Mix)
Errors - Mr. Milk
Dub Pistols - Revolution
S.O.U.L. - Burning Spear
Ramsey Lewis - Do What You Wanna - hey foof!
Badmarsh & Shri - Get Up
DJ RPM - At last

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Chevy Love

I love Chevrolet because Chevrolet loves me.

It’s true. I get handwritten cards, postcards, and notes from them every once in a while. They’ve even emailed me, asking about their customer service and what they can do to better it. I answered that everything was fabulous with the exception of the “stark” waiting room I had to sit in while my car was being lubed up – for free.

When I first purchased my then-shining, new black car –it’s now a light shade of dusty gray- they called me after two weeks, asking me about my experience in that specific dealership.

Customer Service: “And the agent you were dealing with was Matt Vincent, correct?”
Me: “Yeah, it was.”
Customer Service: “Do you have any comments, both good and bad, about your experience with this agent?”
Me: “Oh no he was great. But there’s only one thing…it’s kinda small but…”
Customer Service: “Yes. Please go on.”
Me: “Well my mom always told me spit my gum out and not chew while I talk…”
Customer Service: “Was Matt Vincent chewing gum when he was dealing with you?”
Me: (Hesitating) “Yes. But it’s just a little courtesy thing I guess…”
Customer Service: “Yes, I understand. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Me: “Okay.”
Customer Service: “Thank you so much for your time.”
Me: “Sure.”

I felt a little bit bad after that phone call. I thought to myself, “What if he gets fired because of the piece of gum I reported against him?” Okay, the guy was grinding the hell out of it when he was talking to me, mouth wide open, saliva bunched up near the corners of his mouth. Yet I couldn’t help but think of his bright face as he eagerly filled me in on his upcoming honeymoon in Hawaii. I felt like a monster in the making.
After a month, I received a lovely card from the dealership. On the bottom of the paper, I noticed a little squiggle that read:

PS's...
Fatboy Slim - Gangsta Trippin'
Massiva Attack ft. Kylie Minogue - Slow
Blue Foundation - Ricochet
Phats & Small ft. Earth, Wind and Fire - September

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Weirdest Dream Ever

Unlike my friends who wake up in a sweat due to supernatural scenes they saw while they slumbered, I do not dream much, and when I do, it is usually composed of vague images about my anxieties i.e. exams, school, et cetera.

However yesterday, I had the strangest dream ever.

Sa3ad El Faraj was a psuedo-political person in Kuwait. He was scheming to attack a young male, probably for political reasons. Anyhow, El Faraj slipped into the man’s house in the middle of the night. It was a bit dark, but from what I can remember, I think I can say that the shabby house was not modern - it had the same sort of antique, wooden doors in Darb El Zalag. When he opened the door, an alarm went off, signaling El Faraj’s unwelcome presence. But he knew this would happen, since he wanted to use the cautionary bell to lure his victim so he can attack him.

El Faraj started to worry as he searched for a hiding place and he finally settled in the shower stall. I do not know how this is architecturally possible, but the bathroom was enclosed by a mere shower curtain, all of which faced the house’s entrance.

This was a bit weird because at one time, I could actually see El Faraj crouching in the shower stall and in the next moment, I was him i.e. I could see from his point of view. Well, El Faraj heard the man’s footsteps coming closer. The man peered into the shower and then El Faraj lunged at him with an, “Ahhhhhh!” The man was surprised but I do not think El Faraj’s attack was successful because the next scene was of a guilty-looking El Faraj dressed in army clothes with a "chmaq" wrapped around his head and the young man was seated next to him as they both headed to court on a “7an6oor.”

If this is not a strange dream, I do not know what is.


PS's
Simon & Garfunkel - The Boxer
Cat Stevens - Morning Has Broken

To Homer Al-Simpson:
James Blunt - You're Beautiful

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The Irony of Nursing

My two friends and I were talking about our volunteer work that revolved mostly around hospitals and clinics. The conversation quickly shifted to nursing homes. Sara started to tell us about her experience, how she cared for the forgetful elderly dealing with Alzheimer’s, how family members’ visits diminished in time, and the absentminded nurse she helped fire due to her inhuman carelessness. “It was a little bit depressing though,” she continued while Julia and I nodded somberly, “but I think that’s where I’ll put my parents.”

My eyes widened. For a minute, I couldn’t recover from the shock of her blasé comment. Julia beat me to the punch, agreeing with Sara’s long-term plan, “Yeah, I would put my parents in a home too.”
Sara joked, “I keep telling my dad that I’ll put him away in a shabby home if he’s mean to me.”

“Are you serious?” I inquired quietly, “I mean do you guys really intend to put your parents in a nursing home?”
Sara turned to me, “Well, it’s just so hard here in the U.S. People move from state to state. It would be unrealistic to drag your parents around with you. Plus, it’s really costly to have someone at home to take care of them.”

I leaned against my chair, thinking about the probable financial as well as emotional hindrances Sara threw out while also mulling over the cultural differences that were being tossed around in Sara’s living room. “Well, it’s certainly different back home,” I replied, “I mean, it’s considered as somewhat of a shame to put your mother or father in a nursing home, no matter how posh it is, in my opinion any way.”



PS's Jack Johnson
Tomorrow Morning
Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Walk Alone

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