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Lot

About Me

Self-absorbed pineapple poet who lives too close to the woods and writes almost no poetry at all.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Noel Fielding and Bob Hansson. Simple as that.

My Blog

Silly silly silly but true.

Listening to Rosalie, I was struck by how much Michael Jackson has stolen from Thin Lizzy. Not only did he use a similar guitar intro on Black or White, but he also took the words "smooth operato...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 11:38:00 GMT

Say it!

Truths come to you fast, like lightning,  or gradually, like small lizards crawling up your back. I am very grateful that what struck me today was more like an electric shock than reptiles climbi...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Jun 2008 13:34:00 GMT

The pipe, the pipe

All little girls want to be supermodels. Or Madonna. Or something in-between, like a 25-year old waitress who occasionally get on the catwalk at the local charity spring show and sings karaoke in a fl...
Posted by on Sat, 24 May 2008 13:14:00 GMT

Keef again. But only within brackets.

Saturday night I woke up from the worst dream I have had in ages. I found out that my soul was actually a demon. Not very original, I know, but it scared me senseless. The meaning of this dr...
Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 08:58:00 GMT

The Epilady and the Bananas. True Story.

Before I go, let's discuss the Epilady. This is a classic comedy routine, so I thought I might take the fun out of it. Because that is what I do. Take funny conditions and reverse them. Make them go b...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 13:03:00 GMT

Secret stories

She smells like Barbie but she is a witch.
Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 13:07:00 GMT

Cut the crap

You have to be very careful which song you cut your hair to. Not meaning that your haircut will be influenced by the music, as if you'd look like Rod Stewart if your scissors work out to The Faces. In...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 11:38:00 GMT

Slideshow and hell

It is four o'clock in the morning. Your mind is having the time of its life. It is trying on new costumes, having a little fancy dress party, eating illegal things and painting your whole head in mism...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 07:37:00 GMT

The Snow, man

Strolling through the snow like an inebriated gnome, wishing I could stay drunk forever. Then realize that is what they call alcoholism. Start to think really straight, need to do the dishes the minut...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 07:36:00 GMT

Not Walt again

I decided not to write about Walt Whitman again.
Posted by on Sun, 27 Apr 2008 06:37:00 GMT