08/6/26
Two bit, low down, rotten, dirty happiness
|  Meat in the Groundby Violet Tiara   April 10, 2006 Toasters are boastersand otters are modest but the lotto you bought was for the wrong archipelago. Mangy changers are deranged, sez strange Jessica Lange. Druids love fluids but who is the wiser the Kaiser? On rye, sir, that miser misspelt Pfizer. Fuck 'em. Loosely my tooth sings of ribald rococo. Yoko went loco and toked all my Midal in a long bong from Hong Kong with tongs from Longs and songs about John's stained brainbeans and Charlie Sheen's love of Ween. Cancer is fancier if called carcinoma Oklahoma has roma tomatoes in pails and bails without fail their sails white sheets in seas of wheat and meat in the ground where peat should be found and backsweat from the accident rolled up in rolling papers that taper to a point of tip. Quote of the Day“Freedom is a fragile thing, and must be protected; however, it is nowhere near as fragile as my aunt's vase, so it seems a fair exchange to lock you in your room for two weeks, you little hooligan.”-Mom Fortune 500 CookieMore fruit, dammit!—more fruit, I say! Time to give up the blackmail scheme; there's no getting blood from a stone. Flush once for yes, twice for no. You'll bury all your old grudges this week, and grandpa—sorry, I suppose we could have let you know in a nicer way. Bad dog goes horrible dog this weekend.Try again later. Women Other Than Christina Ricci We Want Chained to Our Radiator
 Nanotech Speckles Nanotech speckles form freckles electronic, bionic and fair On my face and the space around as sound pleasing sound eeks from the sparkles there in my glittery hair Bear hair, cloned re-zoned to my bald scalp like carpeting the Alps like... (12/12/05) Sentence Gonads like nomads of the lowlands in snowpants eat Rolaids with barmaids, says no man to snowman and icicles ride bicycles as rice pickles sing Don Rickles and yellow bellows forth from the fourth porch painted by Enid and Crosby and Mick who,... (11/7/05) The Sissy If you call me a prick do I not cry? Bully, thine mouth offends me fuck it Was it not me who kept secret your smoking your out of class without a pass you hi-jinks and ne'er-do-wells? I reach out my hand and you turn it back to smack my own cheeks... (9/26/05)            |
