Take 2 parts dancing blue triangles on popsicle sticks, mix with 1 part atom in another universe, add generous amounts of orange juice, turn on reggae music, and finally, befriend an inanimate object.
Warning: Do not look in mirrors or at your own hands as it may fuck up the effect and transport you to the dimension of strangeness as oppesed to oneness.
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The wand touches not my hiney
before unselfishness eats the wheatgrass.
Beta storks collect the vertebrae
grown numb from karaoke butter.
Life deigns to dial up an intruder
though the red wart wants a platypus.
And snow shats in obsequous humor
while the novel digs for blue mints.
Is it 4:00 yet?
Beware soda. I have seen a super size soft drink kick everybody’s ass. Twice. Thank god there were french fries for backup. I’m onto YOU, Ronald McDonald, I’m onto you.
Oh, and all sound, if you listen to it together (minus cocktail effect), is rhythmatic. But if you leave out one garbage truck, biird chirping or bell ringing you may miss the effect. Open your ears to hear the music of life’s motions. Think Beatles meet Dion meets Beethoven . . .
I actually said this once:
“It’s almost as if Burger King should have Large, Extra Large, and embarressing size.” Don’t ask me why, but the cup looked really freaking huge to me!
With keys to the narrow minded knaves that gaurd the castle
How else am I to scoff at them?
The wind is dancing. See it? Hear it?
I am the wind, but stronger, thicker. I feel the smoothness of its hands
the frogs will join us.
It isn’t Ronald you have to worry about.
Not to have a . . . a sausage . . .
If God is everywhere, is he in the toilet?
Trippin’ With Jim Morrison:
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding.
Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The program for this evening is not new
You’ve seen this entertainment through and through
You’ve seen your birth your life and death
you might recall all of the rest
Did you have a good world when you died?
Enough to base a movie on?
Her cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.
It’s alright, all your friends are here
When can I meet them?
After you’ve eaten
I’m not hungry
Uh, we meant beaten
This shirt is really comfortable; why, it feels just like my favorite pajama top. I think I’ll go to the cafeteria and get some coffee. Today is going to be a good day, I can just feel it.
UH-OH, DID I WEAR MY PAJAMAS TO WORK? GOOD LORD, HAS ANYONE NOTICED? WHAT AM I GOING TO oh it’s okay, it’s just my really comfortable shirt. No worries.
Hum-de-dum-de-dum. I just need to catch up on a few e-mails, update that spreadsheet, and then I can OH GOD I WORE MY PAJAMAS TO WORK! OH NO OH NO OH NO! HOW CAN I SLIP OUT OF HERE WITHOUT oh yeah, it’s just this really comfortable shirt. Hmmm, looks nice, too. I should get more shirts from this company, whatever it is.
Any meetings today? Good, just one. I’ll plan on eating lunch early today, that will give me time to CHRIST! I CAN’T BELIEVE I WORE MY PAJAMAS TO WORK TODAY! WHAT ON EARTH AM I GOING TO…
“Dude, see that airplane up there? There are PEOPLE in it!”
“Woah! Nonononono. Woah!”
Sua
Have yoy seen the stars?
Don’t they look like paper?
Paper
PAPER! PAPER! PAPER! PAPER!
I am the money
You are my lobster
I want you to cook yourself
Money with paper lobsters on it
Why are there lobsters in the sky?
arf! arf! arf!
“Dude. Were you just talking to me?”
::climbing out of a hole in the ground::
“Yeah, man. I was. You heard me?”
“Fuck, yeah! But you didn’t say anything! Well, not with words…”
::climbs back into hole in the ground::
“Stop that!”
I’m not dead, I’m getting better!
Please believe me
the river told me
very softly…
I went down down to the waters edge
I didnt do it but I saw who did
Dont go down to the waters edge
They did it once they can do it again
I swear
I swear
I didnt do a thing
I shoulda done something
Whatifthenextclickofthamouse
was the last click unto oblivion?
That don’t happen
Does it?
Tick-tock…
Don’t say ‘bugs,’ when you say ‘bugs’, I see all kinds of bugs, coming out of your mouth!
[sup]“How many times do I have to tell you? Two hundred hits of acid is T[sub]o[/sub]o [sub]M[/sub]u[sub]c[/sub]h [sub]A[/sub]c[sub]i[/sub]d[sub].[/sub]”[/sup]
Look for awhile at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun
Copper-dome Bodhi drip a silver kimono
like a crazy-quilt stargown
through a dream night wind
Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana
like a one-eyed Cheshire
like a diamond-eye Jack
A leaf of all colors plays
a golden string fiddle
to a double-e waterfall over my back
Comic book colors on a violin river
crying Leonardo words
from out a silk trombone
I rang a silent bell
beneath a shower of pearls
in the eagle wing palace
of the Queen Chinee
This is the
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I must slinkstreak oh fashionable
lovely naughty no one knows
we all do of course it’s how we play the game
eye google searching you too
but you must said it first
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funny did you like to discuss it or eek vivisection?
clinical sterile histericle on the consaminating table
denied the slinkiness of unspoken skinspeeches
but you would be such fun to speak of
the never discussed
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giggle and then oh i love that about you
your fun of slinking is too also most naughty
We’re set now… look what I brought. Mwahahahah.
