Fetch me my Decoder Pants, Levi!

It's a good thing I jot down notes and leave 'em on my desk. My Current Self looks at these Past Self scribbles and can't make heads nor tales of 'em.

Example:

Clearly this song is the tunesmith's lament over the loss of his dignity...lyrically represented by the dual themes of the theft of his mud flaps and a fistfight between his stepfather, Roderick, and an unknown combatant in a Rutger Hauer-as-Roy-Batty ensemble.

Followed by side notes:

Extracted Bull Bile from a Misread thesis on the forced cross-breeding of Mastiffs and Aloe plants

and

Thermos...with its precious contents...hurtling eastward and loose 'pon the flatbed of a stripped down El Camino missing three hubcaps...driven by a Lapsed Ladler and fueled less by petrol and more by the cab occupant's unfettered ardor for delivering soup. The lack of a simian co-pilot is only noted by the folk with Nostalgic Recollection of Clint Orangs or the Bastard Children of Peter Mayhew.

and

Fist encased in luxurious woven boar tufts...across the jaw line SKLURT and FWABBITY FWABBITY FWAB FWAP

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