The Color of My Blade Is Chartreuseby Leslie Binkle ![]() June 9, 2003 Who can compare
the green of a sunset to the gray of a ham? Or the scarlet water that trickles down very nearly without a sound as the brown sky spans overhead… Have truer words been said? The vivid purple blood that gushes from a wound is beautiful on the crimson grass and the amber skin of an expiring lass. Striking, like a baboon's blue ass. When a black sunset burns your retinas to crust as you admire the canary yellow of a marble bust and remember all the other girls you've known and how they never call when you sit home alone. You know why the orange robin sings as you bitterly eat the magenta pudding it stings like a note from a lover penned in turquoise blood like a body hitting the floor with a thud or a heart cavity all encrusted with crud. She never calls like she said she would and she probably wouldn't even if she could even if you hadn't chopped her like a violet lemon rind after that bitch said you might be colorblind. Quote of the Day“Speak when you are angry and you'll make the best speech you will ever regret. Speak when you are extremely angry and you'll really regret it—all stuttering and shit, like Porky Pig. And they'll just make fun of you. I know I would.”-Ambruce Fierce Fortune 500 CookieStick it where the sun don't shine—that's the only way you'll be sure it glows in the dark. Does this look like medium rare to you? Take it back or there goes your tip. If you could ask God one question, don't make it, "Who farted?" Take a self-time out this week, but don't just waste it by yourself; extract the time itself from the timeline, so you can put it back wherever you want. Lucky legends this week: Sasquatch, the Jersey Devil, Abominable Snowman, and other Bigfoot rip-offs.Try again later. Top Enduring 2004 Election Scandals
Mom To stand under the eyes of mom the judging glare of mom To be shivered by hands of mom face like raisins of mom To be insulted the tongue of mom bitter questions of mom I have no job the truth to mom rent does not care ... (5/26/03) Party Bus Vincent Van Gogh where did you go? If you'd have just waited for me I'd have been your buddy. We could have got sandwiches and drove around in my van. That would've been pretty fun, sorry you missed it man. Ernest Hemmingway, you too... (5/12/03) Up, Up and Away Up, up and away in my beautiful balloon! Not a sound as I lift off the ground. Piss on you suckers and your ground-standing! Goddamn there sure are a lot of birds up here, and not just cute ones. I could swear some of these birds have... (4/28/03) |