Tope Hall
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Adventures of Slothy and Lord Thrilling
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Tope Hall
@topehall.bsky.social
· Feb 3
It has often been urged by my traducers that Lord Thrilling does not exist. Well, I am happy to report to yore Lordships that the old man is before me now, even as we speak, enjoying a drop of something cheerful [of course] and looking Slothy squarely in the eyes.
Enter Doc Johnson, a three-hundred pound welter of nasty habits and Latin Classics. He pace before Slothy, twitching violently and sweating like a pig.
September 10, 2026 at 7:36 AM
Enter Doc Johnson, a three-hundred pound welter of nasty habits and Latin Classics. He pace before Slothy, twitching violently and sweating like a pig.
‘Sir,’ saith he, ‘I regret to inform you that you have contracted a grave illness. From yore symptoms: black bile rising, fits of torpor, brain matter in the stool, I perceive yore affliction stems from the vulgar nature of the era in which you inhabit.’
September 10, 2026 at 7:35 AM
‘Sir,’ saith he, ‘I regret to inform you that you have contracted a grave illness. From yore symptoms: black bile rising, fits of torpor, brain matter in the stool, I perceive yore affliction stems from the vulgar nature of the era in which you inhabit.’
Slothy drop his drink into the faux fireplace at 702 Pearl Street and proceed to axe the Great Gentleman for his autograph–
September 10, 2026 at 7:35 AM
Slothy drop his drink into the faux fireplace at 702 Pearl Street and proceed to axe the Great Gentleman for his autograph–
‘Pooh, pooh, Sirrah,’ saith Johnson, ‘what good is an autograph to a dying man?’
September 10, 2026 at 7:34 AM
‘Pooh, pooh, Sirrah,’ saith Johnson, ‘what good is an autograph to a dying man?’
I swear, sometimes, I would sell my whole CD collection for one more hit.
August 18, 2026 at 10:20 PM
I swear, sometimes, I would sell my whole CD collection for one more hit.
All the great Pool Halls that Lord Thrilling and Slothy once frequented is closed up now.
"Ain't nothing been the same since the 20th Century ended, what?" axe Lord Thrilling.
"Ain't nothing been the same since the 20th Century ended, what?" axe Lord Thrilling.
August 18, 2026 at 9:48 PM
All the great Pool Halls that Lord Thrilling and Slothy once frequented is closed up now.
"Ain't nothing been the same since the 20th Century ended, what?" axe Lord Thrilling.
"Ain't nothing been the same since the 20th Century ended, what?" axe Lord Thrilling.
The WorLd Processor is in the attic now. But that will not stop me from laying on you the fact that Jimmy ‘Fucking’ Page is still alive and well. And we celebrate the great englishman every day here in southeastern Michigan.
August 18, 2026 at 7:49 PM
The WorLd Processor is in the attic now. But that will not stop me from laying on you the fact that Jimmy ‘Fucking’ Page is still alive and well. And we celebrate the great englishman every day here in southeastern Michigan.
Through busted out old Kenwood speakers via worn out radio stations–
‘This is the most splendid summer afternoon I ever seen,’ saith Lord Thrilling, hoisting a Mickey’s Big Mouth up towards the sky.
‘This is the most splendid summer afternoon I ever seen,’ saith Lord Thrilling, hoisting a Mickey’s Big Mouth up towards the sky.
August 18, 2026 at 7:48 PM
Through busted out old Kenwood speakers via worn out radio stations–
‘This is the most splendid summer afternoon I ever seen,’ saith Lord Thrilling, hoisting a Mickey’s Big Mouth up towards the sky.
‘This is the most splendid summer afternoon I ever seen,’ saith Lord Thrilling, hoisting a Mickey’s Big Mouth up towards the sky.
Howard Johnson’s motor lodge is where I first conceived of Lord Thrilling. Even at a young age, I knew the North American Continent was a wary large place indeed.
August 18, 2026 at 7:24 PM
Howard Johnson’s motor lodge is where I first conceived of Lord Thrilling. Even at a young age, I knew the North American Continent was a wary large place indeed.
Do not scoff at me until you have spent a month smoking my tea sticks. Dear Fixxx and I spent above a decade in the student ghetto and have nothing to show for it but dis well-worn pink frisbee.
August 2, 2026 at 7:59 AM
Do not scoff at me until you have spent a month smoking my tea sticks. Dear Fixxx and I spent above a decade in the student ghetto and have nothing to show for it but dis well-worn pink frisbee.
Slothy eat a Big Mac and contemplate St. Louis, Michigan. The old five and dime on north Main Street is long gone. But the prisons on the east side of town still loom o'er the cornfields and tractor supply stores.
July 23, 2026 at 7:43 AM
Slothy eat a Big Mac and contemplate St. Louis, Michigan. The old five and dime on north Main Street is long gone. But the prisons on the east side of town still loom o'er the cornfields and tractor supply stores.
Is Donald Gene Miller watching these same cotton candy clouds float above the fruited plain? What a horrible thought on this sunny July afternoon. Lord Thrilling and I were only in the area to investigate reports of aggressive Sedge Wrens hanging about at a local nature preserve.
July 23, 2026 at 7:42 AM
Is Donald Gene Miller watching these same cotton candy clouds float above the fruited plain? What a horrible thought on this sunny July afternoon. Lord Thrilling and I were only in the area to investigate reports of aggressive Sedge Wrens hanging about at a local nature preserve.
"I'm sick and tired of walking around all day long stone cold sober." Write Slothy.
"It can't last. It won't last," saith Lord Thrilling emphatically
"It can't last. It won't last," saith Lord Thrilling emphatically
June 25, 2026 at 7:18 PM
"I'm sick and tired of walking around all day long stone cold sober." Write Slothy.
"It can't last. It won't last," saith Lord Thrilling emphatically
"It can't last. It won't last," saith Lord Thrilling emphatically
A heavy snow fall on the big city. The Detroit River look so frigid, I can't believe it ain't froze yet. The water is green then cobalt and finally black as the impotent January sun sink below the western horizon somewhere out by Chelsea.
June 25, 2026 at 7:13 PM
A heavy snow fall on the big city. The Detroit River look so frigid, I can't believe it ain't froze yet. The water is green then cobalt and finally black as the impotent January sun sink below the western horizon somewhere out by Chelsea.
Tawny Bonnie always slip out the backdoor of Reverb Arena and you never get to explain yore heart.
June 25, 2026 at 7:11 PM
Tawny Bonnie always slip out the backdoor of Reverb Arena and you never get to explain yore heart.
Lord Thrilling and I were twitching one fine spring morning south of Bemis Road when we spotted a Caspian Tern in a flooded cornfield-
"Sir," ejaculate Lord Thrilling, handing me the spyglass, "mark this day. That is the most beautiful bird I have ever seen in all my 300 years."
"Sir," ejaculate Lord Thrilling, handing me the spyglass, "mark this day. That is the most beautiful bird I have ever seen in all my 300 years."
April 19, 2026 at 5:15 AM
Lord Thrilling and I were twitching one fine spring morning south of Bemis Road when we spotted a Caspian Tern in a flooded cornfield-
"Sir," ejaculate Lord Thrilling, handing me the spyglass, "mark this day. That is the most beautiful bird I have ever seen in all my 300 years."
"Sir," ejaculate Lord Thrilling, handing me the spyglass, "mark this day. That is the most beautiful bird I have ever seen in all my 300 years."
Tawny Bonnie left me with nothing but this blank page and barely the power to fill it.
March 23, 2026 at 10:30 AM
Tawny Bonnie left me with nothing but this blank page and barely the power to fill it.
The Great Spirit did not create all Zazegaa-ikwes equal dig.
March 23, 2026 at 10:30 AM
The Great Spirit did not create all Zazegaa-ikwes equal dig.
Slothy drive his Vega all the way to Miami. 1,400 miles of billboards and cheeseburgers and lonely filling stations. 23 hours to ruminate on the rotten 20th Century.
March 21, 2026 at 5:18 AM
Slothy drive his Vega all the way to Miami. 1,400 miles of billboards and cheeseburgers and lonely filling stations. 23 hours to ruminate on the rotten 20th Century.
With its southern death row stink and big hobo dick and faded, jaded palm trees all the way down to the end of the continent.
‘Don’t the warm humid air feel so queer in February?’ axe Lord Thrilling, sucking on a doob.
‘Don’t the warm humid air feel so queer in February?’ axe Lord Thrilling, sucking on a doob.
March 21, 2026 at 5:18 AM
With its southern death row stink and big hobo dick and faded, jaded palm trees all the way down to the end of the continent.
‘Don’t the warm humid air feel so queer in February?’ axe Lord Thrilling, sucking on a doob.
‘Don’t the warm humid air feel so queer in February?’ axe Lord Thrilling, sucking on a doob.
What follow are the charred remains of Slothy’s manuscript. There was above 8,000 pages at the height of the Empire back in 1993 in Ypsilanti. Much has been lost due to mold, mildew, mice and even a conflagration that once consumed Slothy’s flat on Emmet Street–
March 13, 2026 at 6:07 PM
What follow are the charred remains of Slothy’s manuscript. There was above 8,000 pages at the height of the Empire back in 1993 in Ypsilanti. Much has been lost due to mold, mildew, mice and even a conflagration that once consumed Slothy’s flat on Emmet Street–
‘Tut, tut, Sir,’ saith Lord Thrilling; ‘unlike Marlboro Reds, manuscripts do not burn.’
March 13, 2026 at 6:07 PM
‘Tut, tut, Sir,’ saith Lord Thrilling; ‘unlike Marlboro Reds, manuscripts do not burn.’
Slothy enter the Adult Bookstore [Inkster, I think it was] and proceed to the ‘private viewing booths.’ Inside they is a low res screen playing gay porn for free. To his left is a Gloryhole the size of a 12” pizza and pinesol pervade the aire—
March 3, 2026 at 7:02 AM
Slothy enter the Adult Bookstore [Inkster, I think it was] and proceed to the ‘private viewing booths.’ Inside they is a low res screen playing gay porn for free. To his left is a Gloryhole the size of a 12” pizza and pinesol pervade the aire—
“Pull down yore pants, Slothy,” saith Lord Thrilling, “who knows, but you might make a great good contribution to Western Literature.”
March 3, 2026 at 7:00 AM
“Pull down yore pants, Slothy,” saith Lord Thrilling, “who knows, but you might make a great good contribution to Western Literature.”
'All Empires must Fall.'
I [done] seen Lord Thrilling spray paint that once on a boxcar outside of Buffalo, New York. We was so drunk, we was throwing up on snowbanks.
I [done] seen Lord Thrilling spray paint that once on a boxcar outside of Buffalo, New York. We was so drunk, we was throwing up on snowbanks.
February 22, 2026 at 6:13 AM
'All Empires must Fall.'
I [done] seen Lord Thrilling spray paint that once on a boxcar outside of Buffalo, New York. We was so drunk, we was throwing up on snowbanks.
I [done] seen Lord Thrilling spray paint that once on a boxcar outside of Buffalo, New York. We was so drunk, we was throwing up on snowbanks.