There’s nothing inherently wicked about the Days Between, I suppose. They have utility for the maudlin or the merchant. I choose not to participate, as the ordering of the Days–birth on the 1st, death on the 9th–remind me of a condemned man’s countdown. I do not begrudge their observation.
But this recent rebranding of the Days Between to the Daze Between (or #dazebetween) can get fucked by a Peterbilt in 10th gear. Some quarterwit switched “Days” to “Daze” because HERP HERP HERP Deadheads sure do like their reefers and tootski and jimmyjammers HERP HERP. The humor falls like the rains in Florida: suddenly and with power. And, hey: Wasn’t Garcia a pinprick-pupil’ed drooler when he kicked off? That makes it even funnier! Daze! Get it?
We get it, muchacho. Now get it out of here.
I saw that too and it made my blood cold. I have nothing to add other than the hope you’re faring well.
You doing any Dick punching ya pussy? Aka we all love you. Get well soon thoughts on my ass !
amen! how are you? when do you go in again?
it is kind of Krofft SuperShowing the thing
at least 3-4 times a day i’m singing “There are Dayyyyyssssss….”. i’ll admit i’m kind of in a daze when i do it though
“Daze” = the end of civilization as we know / knew it.
You’re sounding pretty damn healthy in your posts, sir. A good sign.
xo
Perhaps pretty damn “vigorous” would have been a better descriptor.
xo