Monthly Archives: April 2007


Just thought that one up the other time. There was something on the tv. It looked like it tasted like it looked. People spent hours to get it that way and were paid more than other people make in their whole lives to trick us, who are lazy and watching the thing that looks like it tastes like it looks on the tv. People make in their whole lives sometimes nothing of much substance, and others who make less money than those who try to trick us by making things look one way or another sometimes make very substantial things, but neither parts of this statement are mutually exclusive.

Take the copyright © Take the cola © Take the handlebar moustache and Lenny Dykstra’s ability to spit © Take alt 0169 and press it close

If someone were to say to you, I’ll give you this bloody nose for free or you could bargain for a hand cheeze grater that doesn’t work at all.

If someone who makes something substantial decided to quit doing whatever it was they were doing to make the substantial thing a part of our mutually exclusive existence, the copyright could be a great tool.

otherwise, out of the great blue hallucinogenic yonder we would have to smell the things that looked like the tv and make do with eating things that were less than tasteful.

and if someone said ‘I’m not so sure of anything anymore,’ fumbling like with keys but with their very words ©


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Really, Ray Manzarek?

We stuck our heads into the blue canopy beyond. And a lot came from ingesting certain hallucinogenic substances.

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brillo scratch/a special date

later and later and no instant win
the animals licking their places and salt
a baby in the river
a baby under the cover of water

get back, there without
goldenrod, without a fold of wheat
or coffeepot. the picture
says ‘because you are one
of our best’

a baby on the television
stroking his gunservice…

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Drunken stalkers of the world, your future looks promising!

LONDON (Reuters) – A British man has met and married a 22-year-old woman after, by his own account, dreaming of her phone number and then sending her a text message.

David Brown, 24, says he woke up one morning after a night out with friends with a telephone number constantly running through his head. He decided to contact it, sending a message saying “Did I meet you last night?.”

Random recipient Michelle Kitson was confused and wary at first but decided to reply and the two began exchanging messages. Eventually they met and fell in love.

“It was really weird but I was absolutely hooked,” Kitson told the Daily Mail newspaper. “My mum and dad kept saying ‘But he could be an axe murderer’, but I knew there was something special about it.”


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post the day, risen inrelatively good spirits, considering things like what this wrestler would wear

best boasts or lauding for professional wrestling:

the hotter than a hammer

struck diamond

better than butter

horny as a bugle

bee’s knees (whatever’s so wonderful)

with interminable quickness

ass-whoop canister-holder of the big noodle

man of many hats full

of colored plumage

(obviously a hat full of feathers, but any costume suggestions?)

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and on April 5 in history

if’n the internet’s any kind of resource: welcome down from the water noah’s arc and happy birthday thomas hobbes, what would we do without you both? would the water be safe? would the contract be waterproof?

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