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Post by rockkid on Apr 19, 2006 10:34:09 GMT -5
A need to babble on lenses in the night. Optical or firearm. They run spouting prose spewing guts. Evisceration of minds eye. Dogs whispering Jerry come here. Thus ends today’s brief Babylon.  |
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Post by phil on Apr 19, 2006 10:40:38 GMT -5
Snails are just a pitiful excuse to splurge on hot garlic butter ... !!
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Post by Thorngrub on Apr 19, 2006 11:05:45 GMT -5
when lies are insufficient for the clarity of a young girl's eyes
dig a hole in the cold rocky ground with a broken garden spade
halfway up a mountain melting its icy skullcap for the earth to drink
and when you reach rock hard bottom go ahead and carefully lay down
the stiffened fetal reaching body of her dead guinea pig the wind's fingers
part randomly the yet imperceptively growing black and white fur and reach
down and pet it one last time before shoveling the frozen black dirt and dreaming
rocks in a statuesque jigsaw puzzle whose solution involves the final placed piece
to resemble that droplet which added to the ocean's calm displaces the longing felt
for those who have gone before us toward the waiting place we left so long ago to join us
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Post by rockkid on Apr 19, 2006 11:29:21 GMT -5
Was your text intentionally angled toward that downward edge spiral? If so bravo!
Suits well.
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Post by sisyphus on Apr 19, 2006 15:29:04 GMT -5
"it's divine" she cried out unaware of the black mole dripping slowly down her spine....
"it's just old joy" said he, the prolific seducer of all others' proclivities.
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Post by Thorngrub on Apr 19, 2006 15:44:27 GMT -5
Was your text intentionally angled toward that downward edge spiral? If so bravo! Suits well. yes it was. thank U rockkid ! |
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Post by sisyphus on Apr 19, 2006 15:52:18 GMT -5
eyes spade drink down fingers reach dreaming piece felt to join.
even the ends make a nift.
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Post by poseidon on Apr 19, 2006 16:38:46 GMT -5
Escargot anyone...?
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Post by poseidon on Apr 19, 2006 16:40:00 GMT -5
I tried 'em once at this hole-in-the-wall in the valley (l.a.)
They taste rubbery.
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Post by sisyphus on Apr 19, 2006 16:48:29 GMT -5
i just gather them up from the lawn and fry them in butter and garlic, and then white wine. i dice their rubbery little bodies so much they taste like rubbermaid plankton.
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Post by poseidon on Apr 19, 2006 17:45:20 GMT -5
Bon Appetite me thweet.
Raw oysters on the 1/2 shell with horseradish and cocktail sauce is another tale...
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Post by wayved on Apr 20, 2006 0:43:15 GMT -5
thimbles full of goodwill are turned upsidedown in a black sea--the contents mean nothing now.
polaroids of nondescript boring things found in a box in a ditch next to one tennis shoe, the left one.
a rooster has named himself the ace of corn but no human will ever know that.
all those cars. all those people. all of em all the drivers. human. unless you got the THEY LIVE shades on.
things found:
empty beer bottle next to the grocery store.
dildo found outside whilst walking the dog in suburbia (true story) (how could that have happened??? "throw it out of the car! they will never know its mine it i pitch it here!") That was totally odd. Walking the dog and viola. woah! hey.
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Post by Thorngrub on Apr 21, 2006 13:29:46 GMT -5
saw a dog walk up and sit down in a chair
it was a stairway to nowhere
so he just sat there not knowing
enough to stack up a few of them
so he could make it to the freezer
but even then, lacking thumbs,
why pretend, he sure was dumb
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Post by Fuzznuts on Apr 21, 2006 13:51:14 GMT -5
Post of the Day.
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Post by sisyphus on Apr 21, 2006 16:59:31 GMT -5
indeedy
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