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“Any man who serves as his own lawyer has a fool for a client. Because think about it, stupid, why you gonna pay some guy who didn't even go to law school? That's just dumb. And how do you pay yourself, anyway? Take your money out of one pocket and put it in the other? Silly. Or maybe you've got to hire a neutral third party to take the money and then hand it back to you, like a lawyer or somebody. Shit, this is gettin' expensive.”-Dred Scott Drummond Fortune 500 CookieYou're simply the best, and that depresses us all. The next time you're on trial for murder, don't forget to mention that a Klondike bar was involved. And if you must ask for a lawyer who can get you off, at least try not to do it with that smarmy leer in your eye. Try chewing your food an odd number of times this week, like 6,372. This week's lucky injuries: hangnail, hangankle, ruptured spleen, stabitosis.Try again later. Hottest Christmas Toy Fads
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) |