Congratulations Wormwood!!! |
Among the great clouds, marketed in an unwitting way, I strolled (trickled lightly). Using mystical powers I emerged from the encumbered hole that then relapsed and relapsed into itself OVER and OVER ...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 10:20:00 GMT |
OH GODDESS... |
PLEASE, MY DARLING OF ENCUMBERED DELIGHT, SHALLOW WATERS DIVINE, COME FORTH. IN GLORIOUS DESIGN, I WONDER HOW (IN GOD'S MIGHTY RAGE) I FOUND YOU DESTINED HERE FOR (ALL UNMIGHTY GREATNESS) IN A SINGLE ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 07:47:00 GMT |
OH GODDESS... |
PLEASE, MY DARLING OF ENCUMBERED DELIGHT, SHALLOW WATERS DIVINE, COME FORTH. IN GLORIOUS DESIGN, I WONDER HOW (IN GOD'S MIGHTY RAGE) I FOUND YOU DESTINED HERE FOR (ALL UNMIGHTY GREATNESS) IN A SINGLE ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 07:47:00 GMT |
LYRICS TO SUMMER SLIME (LAKE WONATONK) |
WAITING FOR MY RIDE TO COME,I SLIPPED INTO A PUDDLE OF SUMMER SLIME.WATING FOR MY TIME TO PASS,I SLIP INTO A MOMENT OF ALWAYS BEING RIGHT.DEAR YVONNE, I'M READING YOU A LETTER FROM OUR FUTURE SON:DEAR...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Sep 2008 19:24:00 GMT |
Tits Born, See You Later If I See You At All. Did I say Tits? ’m Sorry mom. |
Oh, good grief. Distant croup from the Pharaoh finds himself at a disadvantage. I'm a colleague of a distant grudge. I cannot imagine what this all means and even more than that I cannot find my own...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 22:31:00 GMT |
Nothing of Forgiven Newness |
Oh my dear,I pray, though with recompense, for newness of guided forgiveness. I find no pleasure here. I find no new need in any figure of speech. My loneliness still haunts me in song. I will certain...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 01:53:00 GMT |
Gristle and Grime (Something for the plane ride) |
"I never did go to class much," she said. I said I din't either but I donna mind too much on account of me bein' twenty-two for a while. I got plenty a time and what do those lights mean anyways? I ne...
Posted by on Thu, 22 May 2008 13:02:00 GMT |
Newness of Character |
OH, I never want to sleep again. Sick memories and dyer puppies scatter amongst the shadows of the moon-lit grass. Im surprised, and no, I shall never re-evaluate the newness of love. It shant be here...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Apr 2008 00:54:00 GMT |
