Tuesday, March 27, 2007

the p-p-pyashion

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forgive the untenable breadwinners and club med shinto shriner circus peanut passion wrapped with a baked alaskan

Saturday, March 24, 2007

how swimming feels

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by and
buy brilling
elope tansery
chains sane
a sannish
elanthropist hanging
on leaf
lump cure
analyst pannel
man mention
my anthropvan
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hack saw
vent tendril
lent aminal
crem sho
los ominymistriphal
habberish quite
quills and
quick lee

Friday, March 23, 2007

henceforth more

"...because I am but a moment's sigh.
I know that even though i breathe and squint at the sunlight now,
The mountains will be there,
far after the generations to follow me, and the generations to follow those will pass,
long after my name has turned to wormwood,
dry dust and bone dry I will lie,
and the mountains will watch over my unmarked grave.
I will root myself to the hillside, a rocky cactus,
bludgeoning the aeons with my blunt sword.
My body turns porous, and the dust-storms flow through me eroding me.
The mountains live lifetimes that pour though wind-cycles, and they will pass as well,
their children after them budding off and dying in the onslaught of time,
losing the unwinnable battle.
I breathe in the day.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Cap the Luster

I hated Utah's orchestra in penumbra glaze.
The doorstop winging wingy wingey abort the mish ton private vacations. Alast grope grease marlev koctov orange crepes wager made lime aztec roget lumbestodomy of ordinary wits, nominal intelligence.

A gar ghast havy won to want on organelle villain, bored in anthem is an art order choir land over mat cur surro motion man charge. As and, morgan merge calendar nightly, lease under u-lance fife tariff wasping vice wryly or another album, alamo.

Friday, March 09, 2007

the call of the comatose vole

fear not in the gray morning, rising with bile, my gorge becomes me,
my liege is a sleeping god.

The trickle window panes, tall evergreen sway,
swish noises, embankments holding off giant oceans,
stealing away the veil.

"bride of silence and slow time"
the moments leading towards death,
seeping blue corneal mosaics,
withered potion making skills,
revamp the bat's bite.

endampened enchantment.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

feeding the limp knee and sort of saucing the wife

Patty Urchin, the ursine merchant:

They be hurtin, said the serpent to the merchant,
we be healin, she said with feelin,
peel your eyes, said the land-locked pair of thighs,
science guys are a dime-a-rhyme.
The owl and the pussygalore rode in her car,
promised to say true so blue no flu bird drool,
They said, "ye be too nigh to the wall, so reverse, Urchin."
She screamed and cried and said we be lurchin' so hang on to the morning,
it may be the last clocktower we ever share.
In the moonlight, on the tower, the cobbled medievality of the bell-rung stones
sounded against the merchant's hairy steps.
halibut for on ean dfo rall.
for one and for all.
Searchin. parameter space ain't big enough for my foot and your arse.