Monday, December 07, 2009

roxy music on, typin words, getting the schwan calibrated, focusing on matter versus anti-matter, does one necessarily deserve more credence than the other? Mysteries that only doctor doom could likely solve, along with batman’s input on certain artifacts which may be found in the back alleys of thought patterns you could wander through with such a pontification.

I wish I could say I’ve sat staring at screens with brain wracking intensity searching for the words, but that would be a filthy lie. I’ve stared, yes, but at balderdash and klackenstein, dust feathers wandering amok in a field of salty grains. Nay, if I wander the avenues of district cortex for more than a nonce, verbs meet nouns, adjectives & prepositions get stretched and thrown, and the newspaper circulation of neurons versus electrons from medulla to fingers to box of light magically happens, but the effort, that for which we strive for the E, has been mercurial at best and Bermuda triangle at worst.

There is something that my grandfather used to say, in a situation that belied further analysis, and it fails to reach me now, but it summed up the situation at present nicely. He’d have drunk long from his glass of bourbon and water and ice and thought savagely about the times and the landscape and made a mountain of good will and connections and otherwise boulevards and parkways, molehills would have become anthills would have become the city driving by to patch the potholes of your life.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

wild prolonged travels back to the island. miss mi familia con un mente loco, si es verdad. delta airlines burn in hell for all eternity, fry your pony. carlton will accept that one. dear alfred, how does it feel to bleed from the metrovirus? tears of you know whatty magee that is.

now. something to clarify for all the expert ehtiopian anthropolgy committee members that came from their prior conference in stalingrad: I know you had a long trip, and I KNOW, fuck Delta Airlines, I really know all about fuck Delta airlines with beelzebub's rompous prick for about as long as titanic times a billion years plus eternity with or without beach makeup scene, but if with, then whatsername is a wooly mammoth with the creature under the black lagoon's face, and with a slivery tongue like venom and chucky's voice. he could be a transformed human and his prior incarnation was Jon Gruden, championship coach of the tampa bay bucaneers, and also assitant to a wiccan cult leaders antelope manuscripts.

pushups & situps.