Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Create the silliest
Create the silliest written word you possibly can, but separate certain codependent facts, so when one is revealed, its revelatory and the reader has a sense of accomplishment for "figuring you out." Next, eat a big piece of polypropylene, but don't forget to scratch an acorn with my garlic breath. Total realization of absurdity will proceed in five seconds. Total needle bearing psycho cyclops with one eye for laser beams, focus, rip the tools out of their boxes, send me out for milk and I won't give back the change.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Where lockets are kept
Where lockets are kept through looking glasses, weary of rockets billowing through the hand beneath my pillow chew through passes and put on my willowed sock, winnow the past and rock the night into my finger. Pulverized rhythm can't fight back from the overpowering voices, sounding like noisily deflating balloons. I look across a room to view the soiree, but halfway into my transversal traverse, the cantor feels me into a bathroom stall where weeping tomcats spend their last days as wallflowers. And this wall will fall, and all these walls will come down.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
I'm Fitting the Pieces.
I'm fitting the pieces into a puzzle to which I have no guiding picture. The pieces are blue. I'm next to finishing the lasagna, please take filbert brushes into the acetone so they may be stripped and cauterized if necessary. Orange silliness induces a finger sore into the ages of a broken glass. For simple cares, I can fragment a class of gophers into new tires but shred those into tiny persuasions that fall into peoples' eyes as inspiration. Conservative and caring phonies line up around the block to mock the troubadours trying to lead an honest life.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Salaam Aleikum - Peace be upon you
I don't mean for anything in this book to necessarily make sense or be the truth. Fishing was a delight to wayward men singing in natural caves pounded into their bowl by millions of grains of sand. If a major source collapsed, would a catastrophic debacle ensue? I broke a gold bar in half, but I wouldn't call it broken. Fitting into sincere logos was always my downfall. We expect nothing but the earth to spin backwards Fans of the pebbles seem to validate my response to the Republicans.
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