By Life of Pee
When the shadow of the Hash appeared on the time traveler it was between one-thirty and two-thirty o-clock and then I was in time again, hearing the GM. It was Pickle Boys voice in interruption and then he said Pee and then he said I give you the mausoleum of all time traveling; it’s rather excruciatingly apt that you will use it again to the reucto absurdum of all human experience he said which can fit your individual needs no better than it fitted his or the RA’s. I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it Because no battle is ever won Pickle Boy said. They are not even fought. The trail only reveals to Hashers their own folly and despair. “And beer is an illusion of philosophers and fools.”
Am I still in Idaho or am I in Beijing? After catapulting the PB dimensions of time and space by way of Delta aircraft of dimensional configurations in skies, I hold a potato in my hand. Is it an Idaho potato or is it a China potato? Is it a potato China or China potato? Therein is the essence of my nothingness in spaceless PB time travel. I smile as I long.
The Sound and the Fury of the last weekend brought joyfulness maximus and happiness bliss to my Peeful of Lifeness Hashful soul to see my family in time travel space. Love is in first position, followed only by love in second and third in infinity for the Hashers in the Jing of Bei, centerpiece of the kingdom of shit and trash where love is as Dr. Brommer, William Faulkner and the Hash Scribe say is all that matters, for love of Hashers transcends the epitome of lustfulness, yuan giddiness, and health of the sublime.
The pickle juice chaser down of whisky and PBR–or is the the PBR juice of the whiskey pickle is the essence of as King Lear a most noble hasher said or at least Shakespeare said how nothing will become of nothing but then there is Hasher love as in the aforemetioned that is everything and not nothing even in hundreds of PM2.5 of pollutants.
On on with affectionus maximus,