a garbled noise preface then sumFUN

okay..." do you reaaaalllly want to go with that old pathetic blog account then? "
\x/Y!ZeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and i know he hates this and YOU know he hates this ( the author isn't dead! despite his laments in that regard! wheeeeee )
this is just TOO fucking great: like an x-mas cheer up tale of international border jollies. i cross about 3x a week, suffice it to say it never goes quite like this. so, it would seem z is a fantastic gifted raconteur and must have put the sparkle in the guard's little booth...

>oh canada oh canaduh <

last year, right before i
started the d*land experiment,
i flew into chicago o'hare,
rented a car with new york

license plates and drove
like a mofo thru the following
states: illinois, michigan,
canada, new york, indiana,

ohio, and back to o'hare.
they tell me canada isn't
a state and that may be so
for the forseeable future,

but my story is about the
canadian passport officer.
first thing she asked was
if i was driving the wrong

way. i figured she was a loyal
supporter of the monarchy
and the british ways, maybe
it was because i was on her

left side, but no, it turns
out she wanted to know why
i drove all the way from
new york to cross from

detroit. oh, i see, i said
seeing the real dilemma,
that is because the rental
car company changed the license

plates on this car to cover up
a big load of purified cocaine
they hid into the car's tires.
to that she wanted to know

if i have any mace or pepper
or other self defense sprays
like that. i said yes, i've
plenty and i stand ready to

demonstrate proper usage if
she were to step out of the
booth and make things more
eerie than they already were.

that went excessively well
and she further commented it's
no wonder american rental car
companies have loads of money
stashed into the Isle of Man,

a known haven for laundering
cocaine money. with that, i
was waved off as just another
retarded yank who tries to

pull a smart one & i sold the
coke 2 days later to my toronto
distributor for $325,585.50. ha!
i never knew i could poetrix
gangsta fiction, now i wonder!


sorry if i mangled the stanza's z but the oddness is that they don't translate into the right configuration just a big noisy blotch of word like kampuchean script, and i could cross reference but i'm late fer dinner, and i bet by the time i get mohe sated you have sent this off into some death careening splaT.