Sleep all day, drink your life away, it’s another step closer to the comfort of the grave.
And you’re more beautiful than you were on the day that we first met, my Angel of The Not-Yet-Buried-Dead.
Where the corpses of our motivations hang, on the gallows over-ripe with shit like colostomy bags.
Catching up on nothing in the basement I call home, dismantling discussions on a piss-soaked telephone.
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Game Time: 7:30PM Central
TV/Radio: WGN Ch. 9, 97.9 The Loop (What?)
Stevie Nicks’ Fajita Roundup: Five For Howling
It’s a weird limbo the Hawks find themselves in in this final week of the regular season. For all intents and purposes the games don’t matter, for both the Hawks and their opposition. Though tonight’s opponent in Phoenix does have the slightest sliver of hope, however futile it might be.
As the season winds down, the results hold less and less meaning. Particularly when the Hawks are matched up against a team that will not be attending the playoffs. There is pretty much next to nothing to take away from these games. Nothing that happened tonight will change anyone’s feelings about the Hawks and whatever shortcomings they may have.
As the season winds down, the results hold less and less meaning. Particularly when the Hawks are matched up against a team that will not be attending the playoffs. There is pretty much next to nothing to take away from these games. Nothing that happened tonight will change anyone’s feelings about the Hawks and whatever shortcomings they may have.
One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace.
Rich she shall be, that’s certain; wise, or I’ll none; virtuous, or I’ll never cheapen her; fair, or I’ll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what colour it please God.
I have known when there was no music with him but the drum and the fife; and now had he rather hear the tabour and the pipe:
I have known when he would have walked ten mile a foot to see a good armour; and now will he lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose, like an honest man and a soldier; and now is he turned orthography; his words are a very fantastical banquet, just so many strange dishes.
May I be so converted and see with these eyes? I cannot tell; I think not.
I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool when he dedicates his behaviors to love,
will, after he hath laughed at such shallow follies in others, become the argument of his own scorn by failing in love:
and such a man is Claudio.
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FACEOFF: 7:30 Central
TV/RADIO: CSN, 560 WIND-AM
HONKY TONK BLUES: On The Forecheck
Since the Jackets handed the Hawks the Western Conference’s top seed with their win in Disneyland, the rest of this season has been pretty much rendered a playoff tech-week. That is unless you care about The Presidents’ Trophy, and I think there’s a pretty even split among Hawks fans whether you do or not. I see both sides of it, but whatever. No one’s going to shed a tear if it doesn’t end up residing here. But we’ll think it’s kind of cool if it does.
To start the end of this schedule, the complete mess and completely finished Nashville Predators show up at the UC for the 27th time this month. Or so it seems.
