WHERE MY EEL?

[russeld-blog1]

         ‘  CALM down Muds  — or i’m gun’ pound you — brooklyn style…’    / inde. russel hobbs of gorillaz. selective & private. oc friendly. 

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                                                                     WHO KNOWS                                                                  WHAT EVIL LURKS                                                                     IN THE HEARTS                                                                           OF MEN?

[russeld-blog1]

"'Ere, Russ? Wanna come jam wi'me? Got a couple of ideas I wanna run by yer."

    ‘ yeah man, i’ll take a listen’. you been workin’ on stuff without us know’n?’

[russeld-blog1]

- comadoser

   ——– A sigh of EXASPERATION escapes the lips of the man, and with a single bony finger, he pushes the NAUSEATING bag just a little further from his nose. He loves a good take-away as much as the next guy, but once it’s cold and leaking through a stale paper bag, it’s not so APPETIZING.

“ We jus’ ate !! ”

   Boredom is a powerful thing, but he doesn’t find eating or sleeping particularly helpful. Maybe a trip to the LOCAL isn’t such a bad idea.

                 ‘ --- you ever heard of seconds? come on d, we JUST paid for this. if you ain’t gunna eat it --- MORE for me.’        food was food though he hadn’t really thought about what COULD be contained within the bag. all hew knew was they stopped at a fast food place and whatever he had ordered was now leaking. a sense that all food was not meant to be digested but luckily for the food companies, russ was NOT peaky in regards to whatever he took time to put within his mouth. holding the bag said close to himself, opening up to reveal some nice fries and at the very bottom, the burger that had escaped from the cardboard box and making way out of the paper bag by devoting a hole by the grease. though the smell alone was a little revolting, he paid no mind and remained eating the fry one by one at first. after some time it was huge handfuls of the food being crammed within his mouth. 

                                                        ‘ wan’ some? ’

[russeld-blog1]

  / i miss ya’ll. who wan’t a starter ! 

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                                         sel .  priv .  stu  pot  blog  written  by  c .

[russeld-blog1]

I hope you have a nice day, Russ!!!

   ‘ thank’s man —- it has been a ROUGH day but we hope for a good night.’

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tag 👏👏👏me 👏👏in 👏👏👏👏starters👏👏👏

[russeld-blog1]

 / when i was younger i was one of the cliche dark angsty teens that smoked a lot in front of the highschool and wore a hoodie and was late to classes with my friends.  linkin park got me through a bunch of crazy shit times during my life and i was so sad when i heard the news. rip chester. i listened to lp so much today and felt some type of heaviness in my chest no mater how many good things personally happened to me. your music will carry on forever. 

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Sexting? Nah. I’m into spexting. Spooky texting. Ever seen a ghost? Hmu.

[russeld-blog1]

I love you so much, Russ * kisses his nose *

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-- bopnty

“  memories can be painful.   to forget may be a blessing.  “  

  @russeld       /     ♡s.    /     src.  film :  kung fu hustle

               ---- ‘ TRY saying that when you have multiple memories of everyone you have ever known CONTINUOUSLY replaying in your mind like a movie being rewound every day, man. it ain’t EASY, but it would be damn well peaceful, i got you. ’             talking about it with a complete stranger ( --- likely being over listened to by his nosy ass. )  wasn’t going to happen, but it’s the fact that everyone had a story that KEPT him interested. 

[russeld-blog1]

-- bassled

“ it MIGHT AS WELL be !  ”   the bassist snaps in response  ;   his sharp tongue courtesy of a NASTY hangover.   of course it’s HIS PLACE – he bought it  ,   did he NOT ?  big guy’s got some goddamn nerve.  the spoon he’s using to stir his tea clatters to the counter noisily before murdoc turns to face russ.

“ the hell are you just standing there for ?  wake him up an’ tell him to get his arse down here ; ‘fore i have to. ”

            ‘   --- EXCUSE me? ’

                              ‘ you wanna rephrase?  ain’t it RUDE to wake someone up from a nap? we all have separate rooms for a reason but unless ya’ wanna make a bathroom in your room then stop hogging ours.-----’                   they were a FAMILY, weren’t they? that word alone was kind of iffy to use out loud in a way and he dare admit it. after all these years, though; it was . IN FACT . the solid truth.  admitting up to his flaws in what he said from time to time was also unlikely. so murdoc did pay for majority of the expenses and began to pay for the bills that were way over priced for SUCH a worn down possessed residence ( -- but honestly, any place that they lived in was cursed -- it felt like.  NO complaints here. ) he’d scratch the top of his head and continued to  SNARL toward the green man, a warning sign. clenching teeth, the gold shimmer in the hallway light.

[russeld-blog1]

Russel: Muds, when exactly did you lose your mind?

Murdoc: Well back when I was at Plastic Beach, I woke up one morning married to a pineapple. An UGLY pineapple. But I loved her. :)

Russel: ....

Russel: There is something really wrong with you, man.