Counting Tanks at the Vatican: TheSandyTongue & MrMary Team-up to put a boot in ya Ass


So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing

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It seems Catholicism has spread to the Streets of Tijuana. Dominus Vobiscum

Normally when guys as bombastically sexy as MrMary and TheSandyTongue come together, women run and hide, and ironically the price of coco butter and wet napkins goes up (gonna let that marinate in your head). But unlike last time we teamed up in Tijuana when that donkey was sick and we had to take shifts pleasing loose women drunk off tequila, we are coming together for the betterment of the public. (We are both passionate about stopping animal abuse and this was a case where the size- ramifications of our natural endowment allowed us to do so without impunity or jail time.

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The Little Things in Life

Being so well subsidized has freed us psychologically from having to focus on material acquisition  as a means of overcompensation. So we focus on the little things in life, those small quanta’s of meaning that pass through your radar.

Definitely Undertones here as well as handfuls of Social Identity and Nihilism

We are coming together to share some insights, thoughts, and pearls of wisdom with you all about life and the antagonistic conflict between simplicity and complexity, or as MrSandyTongue calls it, the externalization of the inward realization of one’s own mortality. Heavy stuff indeed, There are enough pearls (of wisdom) in that sentence alone to make a necklace for that special female reader using cleavage to articulate the nihilistic undertones of her social identity.

Normally two heavy weights skilled in the stylistic expression of the verdant nuances of living, shouldn’t come together. In collaborating we pool so much talent together in one place it is the mental/spiritual equivalent of a bukake film, (no picture for your sake) but of course in this case that acrid fiery stinging in your eyes, has nothing to do with me or the tube socks and high tops people in that world of visual entertainment like to wear when working.You see for years all of us have yet to learn the hard lesson of how everything has meaning, of how foolish it is to despise things and imagine we could do away and sustain a life devoid of all the things we didn’t like or agree with.  What burns your eyes is the hot rain of the many own moments of your own somnolence.

A Brief Warning and Invitation

Just like that time in Tijuana we have a lot coming down the pipeline. (We are heavily stocked with pineapple juice) However there are always issues and the predominant problem we are facing is that many people  tend to decry honest and critical writing as a being nothing more than loud, obnoxious, untimely ejaculations of vapid shock value ridden intent. And unfortunately outside of choir practice, untimely ejaculations of rapture (religious or otherwise) are frowned upon. Bottom line: stock up on napkins before prices go up, also if you would like us to tackle and serious problems you are facing  please send them in.

Stay tuned,

MrMary
TheSandyTongue

7 comments

  1. Two “heavy weights skilled in the stylistic expression of the verdant nuances of living” + a whole lotta honesty + pineapple juice = a Force stronger than the Jedi and the Catholic Church combined = a higher being, greater than God if he’s there, even the Pope cannot deny.

    Ai yai yai I smell enlightenment.

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