Deep Thoughts With Matte Blackey

[grindmonkeh]

I wish I could catch the sock monster...you know, the one who invades your washing machine and devours a sock, leaving the sock's mate lonely and sitting in your drawer. That is until I match the lonely sock with another lonely sock that vaguely matches. I know that they aren't happy.

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[daruba.livejournal.com]

but then, who ever is truly happy?

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[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

I'm happier than a new pair of socks =)

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[daruba.livejournal.com]

warms sox? Fresh outta the dryer?

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[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmmmm...no, whereas this big tumbling dryer that we call life never really leaves us fresh, only disillusioned and preoccupied, a new pair of socks is still unstained and untread upon.

Maybe a new pair of sox fresh outta the microwave for pleasant toasty toes. Ok, I'm SO pulling this outta my ass...I give. Uncle.

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[daruba.livejournal.com]

yet the creation of a new pair of sox, specially if they are bleached, leaves our motherearth stained and tread upon.

so THERE! :P

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

Cry Havoc!!!! And let slip the socks of war.

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[daruba.livejournal.com]

go redsox!

[ex-oki86.livejournal.com]

They're sneakier than those underwear gnomes!

At least the underwear gnomes have a really good plan:

Step 1. Steal underwear.

Step 2. ?

Step 3. Make money.