Marchomery Jarboggery Babylegs

About Me

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone who believes in the noble, aristocratic art of doing absolutely nothing and hopes to one day be in a position where they can do even less. Anyone who believes that there's no amount of nipples that's superfluous. Anyone made tolerant by accident due to powerful stupidity, or by purpose due to powerful intelligence. Anyone who knows the value of good consonnance. Anyone.

Television:

I don't watch it.

Books:

I like my books likes I like my women: The thicker, the better.

Heroes:

Bryce, Jenny and anything prettier or smarter than I am (and so my burden is a Heavy one).

My Blog

"Come On, Eileen" gets me so hard.

Poor old Johnny Ray sounded sad upon the radio, moved a million hearts in mono. Our mothers cried, sang along, who'd blame them. You're grown (you're grown up). So grown (so grown up...
Posted by Marchomery Jarboggery Babylegs on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 09:22:00 PST

And so it goes.

I don't know how old I am anymore. The myspace profile says I'm twenty-seven, but isn't it twenty-eight, and I'm going to turn twenty-nine? Forty-one? Seventeen.I forgot how to spell...
Posted by Marchomery Jarboggery Babylegs on Sat, 14 Oct 2006 07:44:00 PST

It's bottoms up, I'm employed again.

Brain puke: Since the chronology of my dreams is becoming less and less linear, I can't remember when this dream started. There's a point when the dream cycles and intensifies, so I'll just pick...
Posted by Marchomery Jarboggery Babylegs on Sun, 13 Aug 2006 03:22:00 PST

We' goin'...nightswimmin', daht-dah `n'doo dae.

How this happened isn't terribly interesting, so...fictionalize how it happened. Best story gets a roll of Chocolate Necco wafers and a nightswimming date. Also, please find me a picture of a...
Posted by Marchomery Jarboggery Babylegs on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 10:34:00 PST

Pandas and porn.

Subconscious: I wake up in my room and there's a half dead puppy in the bed beside me. I pick it up and put it under my shirt and rub its back. It's thirsty so I spit into its mouth....
Posted by Marchomery Jarboggery Babylegs on Sun, 18 Jun 2006 02:03:00 PST

Tap, tap, tapper-oo.

Give me the city. Give me the sea. Give to me everything I need. The future is shining like a giant metal beast. It shines so bright tonight, with its legs open wide and love ...
Posted by Marchomery Jarboggery Babylegs on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 05:18:00 PST

An update so big it'll make you puke.

If you don't care, don't read. Get your fat little finger on that scroll button and just go nuts. A compendium of dreams from about the past two months, completed approximately three and a half hours...
Posted by Marchomery Jarboggery Babylegs on Wed, 10 May 2006 04:32:00 PST