Thursday, July 21, 2011

on recent pardons




Wisdom begets a new inclusion.

Fry this on for wise...



Kingdom's behest for a nude conclusion...

Try that on for size.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

ol' noggin

Ollie forth and the nodding britches, a sung-sow of well-sired archetype had the morning warmed with a small stint on branches, weeds, and that pinch of lavender that'd make a sneeze or three happen on the glow stance. Two forks and with a thrust of sabered pillow-wide torque (well sensed and rested with heeds on flying pines and signage of sage profit or visage professing on fitted seams in stage prophet and sheen heeding finery, fine-fine, fine-fine), that would do you right, for a minor blaze and aphasia wager. The tongues and tonnage insinuated, via pinks and salmony brilliance twill, that cold and neatly tucked quill of age-old penman, and the hired hands used for underlying embedded code or sheeting to act as a crush or riverbed (gone dry after aptitude summer's worth led to spring break college disaster), and these acted as septic fields, or once in a felted wheel could feel-down the a priori notice (stamped or embalmed) of rain's plying-for and/protean teen drainage dreams on-a-realm-of scorn or ass porn or the corn of cream and milk vices (spun out like a sixties' car wreck, seventies' star sky, eighties' ol' noggin, or the rim-ride of other lux: these unheeded modem cultures that have high-watered the mine never since). Nevertheless, it took none to dig or make twits of the "it's", and unaffordable apostrophes had the beaches lie blank while the wee opp's and opportune possessives had the middle rung up-tangled (in a high clef range nameable to an E, C, diminishing splice), all the while sending the ropes: captain-types (you know the litmus), and cutlass supremely (we did on more of "its"), but lastly labored (it was a heat to peel bridges from the ruse of bruises and contusions), the real stuff was the lens of lessons and hi-five teats, so nice to meat, and handled genteel with a race to the finals; this parred parry with the spit-comes and budding warble (or parable burble) of mispronouncing the baker's halt and calf dozer, at least thirteenth avenue, on the avenge or revere, when a ted or credible bead would try its tin for severing size and make vacant where the duds once had cocoa.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

siftings & sightings













(eyes used for tooth support)

check your coordinates

1. Up swing (action); Down low (prop)
2. Swing up (prop); Low down (action)


(eyes used for tooth support)


Sunday, July 17, 2011

Score for invasive feces and/or you-jen-nicks

1. For All

(props: a map or globe of the world, a bag of flour or box of cereal, one or more functioning lightbulbs)

2. I Give

(props: lawnmower or weedwacker or blender or leafblower)

3. A

(props: red or black sharpie & paper & tape, or elmer's glue & black plastic sheets)

4. Shit

(action: mix, combine, arrange, compose, juxtapose, et cetera)


(eyes used for tooth support)


Saturday, July 16, 2011

boarder line

Said he, "
i am changing the state"...
Said ye,
"stop encouraging yrself"...
Says me,
"poff poff poff and furthermore"...
Sayeth we,
"POFF".













i am changing the state

Empty are.

The hole in the sky left the conversation, and no kidding as to-who'd-follow next: suits and tithes ensconced with pills and bitters to swallow, soothe, and salve. The hex of byte and wiles of sextant knew grooming as a best herb in which the tires and steel-strung rusts had the carbon day in which to fold. Likening this steed was a clamor to behold, mind you. Poles and passions thrust the late morning in a blue way, a hired thong, a plex of redeeming; this tube of one-off piled the mattress tacks into leading lads and fork-fingered gingerlies, pleasing none but the steeped mother's rest. The pope solo had a binge on breathing, and noble couldn't-you was along a winning strafe, a tactile next-year's machine runnner, piloting bulles and hubbles and macro-topics on the milled slyly of eyes stunned, commercial babies, labor intensities, lawn singers, pounded rightly by the kisses of foxes and boxtops, sighing as tea appeased. Moot was grandfathered into the breaks of fault and asset, trembling the cardboard shanty into a convex of oggles, albums, lists, and gardens. Then, by hover's bitch, the lesson predicted the diminishing of horde and chord and scorn and groan and drone and the third percentile of voters' causes and skinny tableau, tapered to the velvet thrush of long-looks and the middle mindset. An ode to got-it had this yodel darling reared on the sprinkle shine with tracts shorn of lowly tucks, sewn two-ply, and hard to believe the leagues lept hindways. Goaded by this rune, calcified and nutritious, dots on the paper were better wee abridgements to change the litter.

Filled ton of won it wasn't.


(eyes used for tooth support)


Sunday, July 10, 2011

Finding that my keyboard isn't digging the letters O, L, or periods

Please let him know about the poop.

You'll know who.

You'll know how.

You'll know, yo.

Please let him ignore the basis of sense and reality as stated afore.

Therein the yo and the coop will pool.

So much poop to know how to fool; cops and pops and college stool.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

vahlynn; a wee song for yew

Nape.
Nape, mah frendstypes...
Oly ritely, genwine and cue.

Somertimes ye scootcher.

Othertimes, yew bru.

blouthe rooce

Lime coaxes and the sending, it took a finger here to take a sire to his swoon, knocking knees and postures back into sine, loathe to cumber this way ire, dear, or as a fire would: glean. Totals of rich had me on an onyx of remarkable stripe: these days were numerical, servile, and breaded. Notes of north? The dams would buster, the shane would shield; the world had her twice revolvers, gun-ships and newborns stated ever-low, this way, this way, this, this, this. Portends of ample, it could have never been so mild that day, when slopes and sheer negate kindly puttered and placed screws in their righteous surface feels. A jot on the qwerty-boards and all the right-leaning constants and vowel porridges made muster to a glen. Summer's like that, the choke would limber, likening the saw to a stretch of land no unlikeable sort made-to-order could contest.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

thin guts muggies

1. Before, they struck like the heavy laden paws of a massive purple cat





2. Then, the crack opened up and swallowed us whole-like; deities and dismissives gone through the roof-- you could see 'em there, grinning thru the grey knit sweater sky




3. All over nightly, all left little with less than's to stay or say sated. The hole was unimaginable, and keys couldn't unlock, but the tsar still kept his darkness all windswept and eagle-eared in a manner you could try, perhaps like an appetizer


Tuesday, July 5, 2011

but this will tern your arctic write

OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/repeat/HOE HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH OH OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/repeat/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/repeat/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/repeat/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/repeat/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH OH OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE HOE HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/repeat/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/repeat/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH OH OH OH OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/repeat/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/repeat/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/repeat/repeat/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH OH OH OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOWrepeat//HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat/OH JUST YOU KNOW/OH JUST INJEST YOU KNOW/HOE HOE/repeat

my worst vial het

1. he says sexy
2. i seed hexes
3. she heeds leftovers
4. they decree mothers
5. we deed hovers
6. dad pays texas
7. madness craves pecks as
8. and all the curl (it, proverbial) whizzes money

Monday, July 4, 2011

bit piles (tease)

1. T-storm


2. T-stör


3. T-toil


(eyes used for tooth support)