real dream this time, i swear |
recurring too. wouldnt really call it a nightmare....although....yeah, i guess you can call it a nightmare. so i'm back in St. Boniface (catholic school i went to)....and im running around the hallway...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Mar 2009 18:44:00 GMT |
Open Mic Night...In My Pants (This one is titled Pupper Master. Clever, huh?) |
The Puppet Master plays his gameToying with the puppetsAs if they don't matterEverything is for his enjoymentHis entertainmentTheir lives are now hisThey do what he saysDisillusionedWhen he is doneHe ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 06:49:00 GMT |
spiders in the doorway |
as she dines on the souls of the innocenther conscious tells her it is okshe doesnt believe itbut she feasts anywaybecause the innocent always taste like skittles
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 10:36:00 GMT |
garlic cloves and pumpernickle loaves |
Jethro calls out for mebut i cannot hear himfor the asparagus has grown in the corn fieldand the cauliflower is angry
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 10:33:00 GMT |
The honey bees are in the cookie jar |
insanity creepslike a wilting flowerin the vase of lifesitting upon the table of the godsas they dine on the marrow of unborn children
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 10:31:00 GMT |
2001: a space dream |
so i'm on a spaceship, heading straight for the sun. its about 2000 degrees in the spaceship, and im sweating bullets, but the giant panda sitting next to me isnt complaining, so i dont say anything. ...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 00:10:00 GMT |
what’s so funny ’bout peace, love and dreams? |
So im standing on the wing of a very old bi-plane as it is flying high above the amazon jungle, and i realize that the pink kangaroo flying the plane isnt wearing his helmet. so i ask him "dude, where...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Feb 2008 10:51:00 GMT |
death march of the fire ants (graphic. hahaha) |
How he got here, he wasn't quite sure. The last thing he really remembered was laying in bed, closing his eyes and trying to focus on a distant planet that he could see with his mind's eye. Next thing...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 15:30:00 GMT |
story for lena |
once upon a time there was a dirty filthy whore. i mean dirty. she would sleep with anything and everything...male, female, tree, animal, grass, steel mills. one day, as she was grinding on a most unf...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 11:25:00 GMT |
a pocket full of dreamsicles |
so i'm walking around seattle...taking in the sights, when all of a sudden the space needle rips itself out of the ground and starts walking around, destroying everything in its path. i yelled up to i...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 10:48:00 GMT |
