Monday, February 15, 2010

Igloo. Igloo. Igloo. Igloo. Igloo.

Spread your legs and eat the acorn squash like a starving pilgrim.

Carry your burden gingerly.

Scalpel elegy.

Warmly received by children.

I heard a rumor that your dad...

Broader border.

I could care less, honestly. It's the time that I'm interested in.

I feel qualified.

Forced her to like.

Fill your ears with blood.

Granulated. Flavour. Belt.

Loophole finger.

Don't you dare cut that beautiful hair.

Corpses inviting worms inside.

Full. Frontal. Lobe.

Bitter igloo pinch.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Gil Scott-Heron



I don't know what I was expecting, but I know what I found. An album that I'll have to listen to 100 times to begin fully appreciating. I feel shaken and awestruck.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Reclipse

I'm not the kind of man that likes to eat his pussy raw. So put her on the...

He ate her, bones and all, leaving only her eyelashes (floating in a glass of milk).

It's enough the make a man rethink his whole life. I mean, what good is God when the walls are melting?

Sex in the alley behind the butcher shop on 7th street will save your marriage.

Thanks much smooth (if apples can be trusted and they)

As she came, tiny troplets of blood rose from her pores. (She knew what He knew in the garden 1962 years earlier.)

Dolly.

Perception altar.

It's our clandestiny.

Clouds burned the evidence.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Blow Pop Cherry

Never begin a sentence with the words 'never begin a sentence.'

Scrub out the cavity with steel wool before you...

Whether or not the allegations prove to be true is less important than...

Lick the dandruff off your plate before you put it in the dishwasher. We're not the kind of family that wastes perfectly good food.

Origami - It's what's for dinner. If you're hungry that is. I couldn't eat another bite. All that good news has robbed me of my appetite, but thank you for the offer.

Looks like God is on vacation (or we woke him up with all of our noise).

Righteous flattery in an empty room under skies blue rents me.

Smoggy border patrol ships traveling portals through which we can reach now.

Barely seems worth half that much.

My foot caves.

Burden left on.

Game Plan Lips.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Bubonic Dick

I want to take a little more before I find out what happens just in case I really like it.

It's nothing short of treason to try.

I'm not under the impression that my soul needs saving, but I won't argue the...

I can't say for sure when the visions began but I...

Traipsing around with his melted genitalia stuck to his inner thigh like the victim of tomorrows nuclear holocaust but smiling.

I found myself marooned on an unmapped island deep in uncharted seas with nothing to eat but the rotting corpses of my dead crew.

Bludgeoned.

Tantric .

Glue.

Really should have gone soon.

Kitchen cabinet magnetic forest.

Ash blue rhyme.

Barren indigo envelope.

I want to wring out the stars and soak your cookies in the milk.