apostrophe beach; echinoderm brine

frank detergent, dairy/air; special list

2012-02-12T21:04:00.001-08:00

(this still doesn't explain my limp)

2012-02-11T12:54:00.001-08:00

Apostrophe beach revisit

2012-02-09T18:15:00.001-08:00

Ef

2012-02-09T16:36:00.001-08:00

Priddy nojz

2012-02-09T15:41:00.000-08:00

coming out soon on Debila Records, Slovenia.

sublet apart meant

2012-02-09T05:51:00.001-08:00

Not seen
Arid zone seen
Arid Not seen
Arid zone Hot
Hot scene Air
Hairy moan Zine
Naught sine Stone
Air Not seen Knot
Arid moan Zone
Naught sine moan
Air stone Air
Knot zine Rare
Rare bone zone Bone
Hot scene Sine
Hairy moan Not
Naught sine Oh you're being so
Air stone Strobed
Knot zine just face it
Rare bone stone, yeah man...
Knot zine seen steve
Rare bone zone okay, now...
Hot scene Not seen
Arid zone A, B, C, D, passing
Hot Not moan (get the F)
Naught sine coauthored by fun
Air stoned a wall, tall, smooth, pink
Knot zine, banned by yr gummint
Rare bone seen
Arid zone, heat poisoning
Hot scene, thirsty
Hairy moan moan moan, bitch bitch
Naught sine wave to the po' lice
Air stone (gimme dat KY, buster)
Knot zine moan; improper semi
Naught sine (sh, sh, sh)
Air stone piled pyre
Knot zine pure
Rare bone
Rare bone scene
Hairy moan and ethnic detergent
Naught sine Not seen
Arid zone, fucking hell...
Hot scene
Hairy moan well, you would too
Naught sine for rages
Air stone lead dirigible
Knot zine and banners reading?
Rare bone!
Air stone, zipper that skin, oh man
Knot zine gonna ban you for stinking
Rare bone inner net up with your
Hairy moan stuck, oh sheets
Naught sine... to the wind!
Air stone, nice
Knot zine, try and be nicer
Rare bone, beats the scene
Hot scene would if it could
Hairy moan moan moan, itch twice
Naught sine: a trove of shelling
Air stone, inspired by rivals
Knot zine to publish biweekly
Rare boner (it gets old, I tell you)

First time. iPhone censorship, built in!

2012-02-09T05:16:00.001-08:00

S
U
B
T
L
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Hand up! Hand down!

2012-02-08T11:38:00.001-08:00

Go to the Hi

2012-02-07T16:04:00.001-08:00

Go to the ornery, tell 'em HI.
Go raga, go. Bust it hard wired & let her know I sent you...
Go forward too, sweet banana-grin. A grand visit eastern calls-calls-calls.
Go in the interim, but do not bite your bulletin (dammit if I didn't already).
Go... well? to the bathroom; politics as usual.

Seitan's Ide, all day...

2012-02-07T14:07:00.000-08:00

Seitan's Ide, all day...

Boggle-Blargh

2012-02-06T19:20:00.000-08:00

Boggle-Blargh

shrilloseday

2012-02-05T18:34:00.000-08:00

shrilloseday

Gene Splice (performance score)

2012-02-05T11:58:00.001-08:00

1. Draw portraits of the audience
2. Mince, shred, blend the drawings
3. Make cappuccino with the shredded bits
4. Pour contents in an envelope and mail to a racist

uyuyuyuyuyu

2012-02-05T10:50:00.001-08:00

https://vr.shapeservices.com/play.php?hash=fd3c2fe183eab01677a7d976ca46409330b032ed39dc30125

chas, chas, chas...

ei-tch

2012-02-05T08:18:00.001-08:00

H
H.
H&
H (lu)
H [[[
H'ye
Hugh
H ---- 0
H asks too many
H for an H
Hi(x)Hi (exponential frisk four times)

Not submitted

2012-02-05T08:01:00.001-08:00

1. Not submitted
2. No subs nor mittens
3. Tree T's to the risk
4. Maaaaaaan cud s/he h/ake it
5. Similarly, eyes to the wise
6. Send a day pending P's
7. An awful awe dull
8. Coup glowing
9. Record thy core, corrections elect
10. Kill the pen knee

Tried to pester (hosted heist & glow'm)

2012-02-05T07:51:00.001-08:00

It's best to add que que.
Simultunes nc/ orph, loess!

Il scild

2012-02-03T13:27:00.001-08:00

Boggle-Blargh

2012-01-31T19:34:00.001-08:00

Flort tudise

2012-01-31T12:52:00.001-08:00

tappin' ye

2012-01-31T11:42:00.001-08:00

https://vr.shapeservices.com/listen.php?hash=6aab78269513b5269cfff52445b1e0721d6f86c7243168b53

(reel slow)

hnnnnt

2012-01-30T19:19:00.001-08:00

https://vr.shapeservices.com/listen.php?hash=eb20b105f6d11951564c457c264331bf46c964d3c919db285

green genes

2012-01-30T17:10:00.001-08:00

https://vr.shapeservices.com/listen.php?hash=11807a0334b6dde85bc5ace2489d09d8d92eacfa434286128

To be performed while wearing a Crank Sturgeon mask

2012-01-30T13:42:00.001-08:00

1. Wearing the Crank mask, recite verbatim an encyclopedia or wiki article on the UN
2. While reciting, tie your shoelaces together
3. Still reciting, now jog in place
4. Continuing to jog, put on a pair of mittens (preferably red)
5. Do this for five minutes. Accent the reading by occasionally yelling "cocaine" and tossing a handful of flour in the air. If it happens to be a politically correct crowd, yell "meth" instead

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another rubber in the dirt...

2012-01-30T09:36:00.000-08:00

1. Tell me about Crank Sturgeon?

What would I say?

My ship has come in. I'm aged, oak barrel cumbersome; frigged to the gnaw by the scoldings of forbidden teat and patchy skidmarks. My friend, I'm a ship. A portrait of yodels lost... asymmetries of tribunals now ancient and tattered, once-proud but now childless, and in grave need of wheels. And sure, there's a remedy, would if there ever be one in a once-in-a-while-occasion. For example, it could manifest as something surreptitious, akin to the timeliness accorded to congress, when in their guile and most sacred poise of positing decrees, would appoint the breath-of-fresh-air to be its ambassador. But it's a process both arduous and not light on the feet. Even a dullard of fourteen winters could see it. Even one so lonely and priggish, the type of sullen tool whom would deliberately sit on cold stone, sobbing and pocked, coated neck to ankle with hemorrhoids, barren and incredulous at his or her uncertainty. Inconsolable. Even this person could and would, deem the need to be dire, and beg the question of when was a good time for administering more serum.

In the proverbial buttress of day passage, I develop periscopic hope. It beats down the tundra of would-be dampers and moments of dampness, you know, the kind that might be maddening to some, but only when gazed at from windows of a train or from less agile sport utility vehicles. These timbers can nevertheless be exalted by a brevity of instance, when, setting an unusual precedent, give bend, like the limber willow, to a next day, one so indicated as being made in the shade, brought to light, or even matted and yet, kinda' sexy, like a freshly moistened rain poncho wrapping around the dank & cool chill of alewife. I'll default on total self negation with a hypothetical: referring to our previous figure, our imperial high commissioner of comely but stupefied adolescence, that pithy gender nonspecific, unabashed inner waif/scowling cur, imagine this person then, anointing snorkel, baring tooth and credo, upping his or her insights, shaving his or her back, acquiring third nipples, donning four genitals, and just like that, presto: take to the sea!

If I cannot catch myself recording that prospect, you, dear reporter, only get a bit of the symptom. The resolve comes as wisdom and adage: add wheels, inhale until you feel it in the spine, and then pray for rain, mister.

2. Which adjectives would you use to describe Crank Sturgeon?

Oh, I'm pretty nice, most of the time. Autocratic, otherwise. Descriptive plays have their better days spent elsewhere, and odes should be written about them versus the odious task of listing these divisive adjectives. Life is a mean contractual agreement with words that only measure in metric, leaving scandals and requiems to any other port of entry. And forget about some sodden harpy or metaphysical guide, some authoritarian controller and/or harbor master seeing any nicety or able readiness in the mismatch of empathic blessings that have that tinny taste of aluminum or heaven forgive me, earl grey tea.

It goes back to ships, man. I'm a veritable armada of dumb. But without these meaningful little barges, tooting and hollering, the bays get monochromatic, and no storm or seasonal fluke wants to pay a visit. Even the seagulls keep the fuck away. Bad jazz guitarists, they're the only cads that stay, preaching to the colon about semiotics or the symbolics of little corner lard piles. So I keep away from the verbal pries, and leave the rorschach to the scientists and other asthmatic mathematicians. Just don't let them grow up to be architects.

3. What is Crank Sturgeon's greatest strength?

It's best to switch gears here, and disregard the aforementioned treatise on masters, boats, whelps, and the strafes of annotation associated with hydra and what I might later take a stab at: feel-good movies. It's like this. A sturgeon can grow quite old when allowed to ripen and not be speared, fished, or bludgeoned by the pasty marvels we call deregulationists. This is generally a good thing to lean towards, or at least have an inkling of, and where I try to focus my strengths.

4. What is Crank Sturgeon's greatest weakness?

Okay. So, when I go about vacuuming the ocean floor, this isn't exactly a weakness, but it makes my knees weak to filter through all the sediment. I get captivated by the nuances in the colored shells, the wriggle of plankton, and the leech-footed dance of random zygotes and passer-bys. All these come up through my tubes and land in the collection bins, gleaming and winking, batting their lashes seductively, pleading that I give each a prying eye and further inquiry. Once the sun has settled under the horizon line, I'm at wits' end to catch these sparkling agents, and often find the search to be less vigil, and if anything, debutante. The knees begin to quiver that I haven't aced the scores on a daily quiz that I imposed upon my life when I was nine years old.

5. What is Crank Sturgeon's goal in life?

I'm really into growing arms. Really long arms, as in, abnormal, freakish, and non-mammilian. With these arms, I'd be able to reach more items off the shelf, or perhaps, wear large green boots at the end of each knuckle, which would somehow (and this is where things get a little bit implausible) be able to transport me numerically, pedagogically, and thematically.

6. What motivates Crank Sturgeon?

Protein.

There's a spirit to spit and saliva, and something even more incredulous to behold in protein. It's bliss. A sane, enabled hierarchy of meat ladders. But lately?

Air.

I love the feeling of air -- the really high quality stuff, not the ancillary variety that comes in magazines or cannisters. It has to be buoyant, aloft, soft and fleet with pontoons. And water, I love that shit, right? Simply add two parts oxygen. And all of this makes room for the ships to arrive, beg for a makeover, or at least have its chance stab at the casting call for a makeover series. Or in worst case scenarios, a bit part in a depressing documentary about casting calls, late night lotion sessions, neer-do-wells, their callused mitts, and pelagic mermaids, those sirens and their proffering of platitudes and inveigling of uppity jokes about baggage-faced mariners, aged fifteen and up.

7. How does Crank Sturgeon handle stressful situations?

I'll broach the situation with candor. It's not whether circumstance, innuendo, or abject derision supplies the can of worms so often furnished as advent or happenstance, but whether a slick greasing of pert truisms can pronounce this line of interrogation as a broth that couples moot sex appeal with the downplay of muddled instigation. When offered candy by any token, I simply accept. It's no trill or pirouette to take home, but those fibers have a sense of bareness, acting as fodder for canon or empirical misfires when held to the tests of convolution, transforming into a kind of fervor that gets you into fluffing pillows when the sales clerk isn't watching, awaiting the corners to bite until blood is drawn.

8. What is the toughest problem Crank Sturgeon had to face, and how did Crank Sturgeon overcome it?

If I go about seeking the cliff's edge with a self determined set of prose, religious or otherwise, it invariably happens that my letters get all jumbled-up and I end up not having a carpal grasp of any tongue, let alone, an envelope worth licking. So it boils down to accessories. What do I bring to the precipice? Dude, it changes every cotton picking time. Not to be adversarial, but it's safer to pledge allegiance to something utterly unbelievable.

9. Would Crank Sturgeon rather be liked or feared?

Fear is the posit for fools. I prefer likable output, sympathetic channels, charitable offspring, appealing narratives, attractive counterparts, and the anthems of fellowship. This isn't to suggest I don't mind now and again, happening on the chance to instill a cold veneer. But I'd rather that it go as a nice mixer, accompanied by some lime and soda water. Then again, I'm not really a fan of gin.

10. What irritates Crank Sturgeon about noise?

It's little wonder to me that some people, at some point during their yawn encrusted day, would need something to embalm themselves into excited states of wriggle. I reckon they garner some pretty sexy reputations too! However, I personally find that this type of tedium is so large that you can wrap your friggin' lasso around it, and that like most problem children, the crux of the orchestral maneuver comes down to rope. What kind you might ask? Sisal? Jute? Nylon? Cotton? Hemp? See, what I make of it is that if you can't cast a proper net, then you have no business messing with children. They're vampires, most kids. And my god, can most of them tie knots! When this backfires and they grow up to become critics or bloggers, and then the whole band camp has no practical significance. There's no charity, no pledge campaigns, and certainly no more scenic lake memories like when you had to row out to the girl's camp at exactly ten forty every night to catch a glimpse of their marshmallow routines and burning ember tosses. At the end of the night, if you listened closely you could hear the gentle hiss of those lobbed bits of charcoal and carbonized sugar hit the water and sing with every catapult. No irritation with that noise, my good reader. Not with a blood sucker like that!

11. Finally, does Crank Sturgeon have any questions to ask me?

Do you really want to hurt me?

O tell of hair clips

2012-01-27T17:57:00.001-08:00

Wise to that tape, all the land handed him skunks and drunk sky-pies. It was never really a beholden sum, but pretty, still, as a woolen wiled, and would be there then the paste and castes reel of widened gapes, these being deliveries in regular stashes: those types of thighs the ot-months had all over-&-done th' diving for, that off-tango hung.

The man/maid, them shem's, they pried tires off the bland candled, too, and in misbegotten fates, measures tenses all theatricallike, and I mean, all sorts of creamy, well, mixed receptions with, well, you know the kind. A wellness kind. And so, we... well, we, finding your tact straight, we oiled! Bumps made tracts uneasy, and that shill was still in a pirate lode and nevertheless distressed, but cheery as a molar, though dumb as a trucking hake.

I'd shot that high arc of globular matter something fierce, like the terence-tear, a weary young pup and s'up tangent, and billowy too, for god sakes! Wiring itself along that tornado-fed ampy, the better-wearer (betterist?) and candy-hapless feeder (coda return to "C" letterist?), and the lazy tides getting all hideous heist, and leisure-fine as lads would go, with hexes of sullen asp-graspings and padding the prattle with cherubic howls, songs of ol' tuckus with his or her or imperial noun-prowess, who would betray a night of neat decay and braying, eh?

Well den, you were tozed. And in an appeasement of impractical S's (with zed being out to hunch), this caper, this fine dal lariat, as pun-day hanging would heft its clyde to soiled reaches and bun famed weed clotted sears, tolls of ruth and comp and plex, an' ass all the sons leapt for lloyd, ten dimes short of a holler, these sums and rance would prowl that bow beset with ire and ears of wearisome peat.

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Sun winks, bookend prisms

2012-01-25T14:37:00.001-08:00

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Findings, art error, handscapes

2012-01-25T13:01:00.001-08:00

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Procrastination Lesson

2012-01-25T08:12:00.001-08:00

1. Just stand there
2. Or
3.

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Lingo

2012-01-24T20:44:00.001-08:00

Technique is a blotch.
I live/t like this/s.

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Location:Husolandinedimejim

open mouth huso pictorial

2012-01-22T13:24:00.000-08:00

Eyes used for tooth support, why yes!
This process seemed to have apt cause, or at least a nice shimmy to lift from a sketchbook oracle; the snow had ceased, the temperature hovered up a few notches from the several minus mark, the sky was baby bottom blue, and the sun, the sun man, that shiny orb for once wasn't weaseling us out by hiding in dander of jet stream intentionals. And so, Huso and I, the two's of us, my hands and his maw, we took the trip 'round the back forty, gathering snaps at every tenth second blink of the digital clampdown. The ol' YouTube (below) does its sing-song rendering of this account. Cheggit.

Open Mouth Huso

2012-01-22T12:49:00.000-08:00

The Abridgment of Tim

2012-01-19T21:06:00.000-08:00

Awe

2012-01-18T21:07:00.001-08:00

YouTube Video

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HusoWorks Kickstarter

2012-01-18T18:48:00.000-08:00

Hello everyone!
I'm launching a Kickstarter campaign with a local arts organization called Spindleworks, here in Brunswick, Maine. We're collaborating on a three month installation & multimedia project, and would love love love for you to be involved! Get in touch or tap on the link below to become a backer. The deadline is February 17th!
Thanks!
Crank

The Vanity of O

2012-01-17T20:07:00.000-08:00

lore swoush

2012-01-17T20:03:00.001-08:00

blended rear bended, a primer for those I have offended

2012-01-17T13:59:00.000-08:00

'pon following this procedure, the allure quickly ran dry (wiles wended):

1. cups runneth over, thoroughly and with great ease, assessing and measuring and biding their bids with slow ambles and graceful puddle stretches (toe-like, amoeba-ish, 'cross tables, 'twixt legs, through the never) and ahem (amended)
2. milk men cliches, those cliques of early risers, bed-headed, well weaned from the charitable breast of snow-capped mountains and their purple dustbin sinks (befriended)
3. redundancies on steroids, only cusping ever-so, the boil of wreath and weaving heft, globbed in dainty but masculine drains, ever-flexing and naming all second born man-child after norse gods and or oceanic passage, keels and kowtows racked in shrimp, estuary leaps, quotidian shells and their hair satin tines wrought of kerosene, petal, meddle, and filth (upended)
4. bovines all a' homecoming, the she's and sized-up uppity cults, fed foreign of paternal creation myth, transmissionary heath, leather lunged, bingeing on peels and footprints, cloven yet upright, sentient but not sapien (intended)
5. chanteuses with gland problems, doing well dug and dugout quells of doughnut spyware utility folders and then compacted or inserted or enveloped as bower wrens would bear as retention, ache, and intent, bunched in either way you'd slice (highways, to be specific, were assuredly surmounted, but once the feathers asserted, they, o cruel prey, oft became mounted as reptilian utterances, shoe-like hunting trophies, prophetic anthropographic signatures of operatic and triumphant zeal, sequestered by way of ways or oft ever), and ended well (amen), right over peas and plies, osmotic, zygotic, regurgitated, and with ample cure (god scented)

on the hides of gloaming

2012-01-16T21:54:00.000-08:00

His table and sured hands kept the jinx on top, or maybe slightly to a feather's width of right ended poise. Left to listing and front to bottom, the means had her dad, broiled like an easter dinner, flecked in cherry and rubbed mustard grain, the whole of it (the means, I'd meant), had the manners and ways through, tucked and dashed, stippled into caves with their seizings and sighs, brayed mule's breath (o, that if he-could-witness-it, the coughing nag and bratty mewl of unspayed letters), that very total, that all-summing it, the it, well, it was like a numerical break with little cods and pieces and pies and codgers in top-hats, swaying wistfully side to side with their light blue and yellow striped flags hanging ever-so limp by the pinkie, and then, only with rise, as given to chance by the balls of a steer, would the setting be so gabled, the cloths so demure, coy even, carps on either bend, that day would be, countenance relived, relieved and breasty, held too close but with three degrees of rim and grinning, that day, man, that culture, that clucking of smacking clacks and lucky hens, would and could and future pots or rote and portentous syllabic shim, that brackish temper of brine and steve, the clothes of those tested and wheel, all these but-if's and riffs of rollsome hills and granted woodiness in peat or layered carbon-rich mother, her lodes without tear or despair, then and without huff or finality, would come clean, and the anticipated step ensuing pursuits, would be a spoon, some bits of kale, and then, dessert.

barglethrice

2012-01-05T13:49:00.000-08:00

nothing to be upset about, the imperative field decorder had two trilogies in thrice modes swept. these likened the upsets to unkept carry-overs when the day had its upcoming and comely cloths catered with childlike maws, tins, rues, and heaven wards. really likely was the chap, blinking and mourning, mouthing the words like a sol or a pun, tons in keeping with tines and wild river parcel practices, he had no hedges nor wires high to roundabout kick that pucker. only likable was his tap.

though troughs like 'em chaste and handmaiden (with a donna)

2012-01-03T15:37:00.001-08:00

1. Scars

2. Scarves

3. Stars

4. Starves

Past putting (typical noise beard, with sterno)

2011-12-15T20:59:00.001-08:00

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Past putting (UK, and are you)(okay)

2011-12-15T20:56:00.001-08:00

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Past putting (forensic Y)

2011-12-15T20:52:00.001-08:00

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Past putting (triage)

2011-12-15T20:47:00.001-08:00

spies slew for juice and stork

and furthermore...

2011-12-06T16:40:00.001-08:00

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Location:husolandija

disclaimer, from the author

2011-12-06T13:12:00.000-08:00

Darghhh at by Crank Sturgeon

2011-11-27T13:16:00.000-08:00

Darghhh at <xdññūññdx> by Crank Sturgeon

11.5.11 (trilogy heart/artburn relief pageant)

2011-11-06T08:42:00.001-08:00

1. Crank Sturgeon

2. Dei X

3. Id m theft able

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s'rabe; s'raven

2011-11-06T05:59:00.001-08:00

1. Click tick

mitochondria

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2. Eighteen hundred dollops

alexandria

lies fused for tithe sport

3. Created in the pier; microgroan & progenitor

same aha

dryer hose used for crotch toffee

for Taggart's third grid snorkel & cannes

2011-11-04T14:16:00.001-07:00

Bas' toon

( ooo )

The prior apt had an attire and rap of candied nopes and well dung rind on a most irrepressible host.

humpcale

2011-11-04T11:33:00.001-07:00

humpcale by Crank Sturgeon

tinybluse

2011-11-04T11:26:00.001-07:00

tinybluse by Crank Sturgeon

cuts the cloth & fines the shin well apt...

2011-11-02T20:23:00.000-07:00

A few words, choice perhaps. Snake-wrangling (asp graspingly?) curt and eyebrow endearing...

CRANK STURGEON & ID M THEFT ABLE =

You'd think the Giant Feral Cat Man Of Portland would be capable of looking after himself, but Auld Mother Theft Able only allows him infrequent respites from the Strange Maine basement compund in which he dwells with his sixteen feline brothers. The only reason he's been granted permission to sail to these shores on a barge made of amplified objects powered by wordless vocal sputter and nostril steam is that he's conceded to be chaperoned by the stately Mr. Sturgeon.
Stranger still is the notion that any self-respecting parent would charge the care of their beloved mangey mountain manchild to a fellae reknowned for employing questionable costumes and homebuilt untried/ untested/ unclean audio birching implements in his arsenal of disciplinary devices when chastising unruly noise bairns.
Do you know where your children are?

the first one gets you paid

2011-11-02T19:53:00.001-07:00

How's the digital divide helping your alp?
3. Steppe one:
-Smartphoan clicker-tick
4. Steppes du (you, me, or two/tu)
-Object point and chute
2. Schlep thrice (be nice)
-mouse (a type of rodentata) on "man dyspeptic tong"

5. Steppe one and a half, and what the symbology rereates, albeit childishly, and rather drawn in the manner of a simpleton (if you want an honest opinion):
if this fails, and your services were not only unsatisfactory, poorly attended, or hell, even considered, at yours, in a queue or quarterly taxed, issued, smelly, incongruent, all-out-and-at-a-loss, downright unscrupulous, in a manner deemed unfit, evasive, manual, degrading, or of a (in denial sort of breath, underscored, uncertain, yet pleading with those doey, doughy eyes) and served silver-tongued (as would a) portion of half-eaten (in smackingly good but ashamed) piece of goodly dark chocolate, or damn, that second indiscretion, well-beknighted, but, condescending, compulsory, afraid, in tears, or tiers, combative, but as would say a, or the, cricket would, in her responding answer to his click, this highlighted verbal bug, the one we all sought after, had in fact, like the eagle, landed right here ON THE NOSE.

Grey Area Gallery

2011-11-02T13:54:00.001-07:00

If traveling to Brighton, UK?

Stop on by!

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Multiplied-fore/Robnockshus(((shins implined:;/and ate a razed))illbear

2011-11-02T13:01:00.001-07:00

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one reckless haggle/recipe, Taggart

2011-11-01T19:30:00.001-07:00

Properties adjusting.
Proportional to a coup.
Singe that wink, yoze.
Say that you will sue.
I got nose time, 'nother...
Better sledge that high nigh and well scented (why wary?) (knows nary) (piles to carry) (cherry on, cherry on) clots to bind wire mortar, cement, sea meant: slue (I mean, really?)
Fork my wide, brother...
Torque shards and do.

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Mram

2011-10-31T05:57:00.001-07:00

Get your mram on.
The children were wont to believe, and completely henned in (por-por-ations punned). Pundits (angled by socks and mud dangers) put it on, too: vile and smiling, swollen by swill and the chill's afterspur. Old age wouldn't take you, the puck policies of wrongress and folly would-- angelspoken and dancing transistor huzz, calamity's man, the solvent rape... no leery no wile no guise: they just kept taking. And the use of seeing was sought in a green midst, stolen away in fact, so as to tuck you, tuck you hard, repeatingly. All's the chile and mind under madder, you-me-I-see? Bedsafe, locked. And grown in, by pharmaceuticals.

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Cafe Derelicte

2011-10-25T14:26:00.000-07:00

Atop, before.
Abajo, despues.

insomnia hits...

2011-10-23T23:08:00.001-07:00

Chaqlutetute by Crank Sturgeon

On recording yr red hot stove-top burner, following coffee

2011-10-23T12:08:00.001-07:00

RoAsTyToAStY

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on wobbles, infinite convex, and barbie

2011-10-21T07:28:00.001-07:00

(further demonstratives from the Crank Sturgeon applicant interview session with the Solace Media Corporation)

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SMC says, "you're hired!"

2011-10-20T18:52:00.001-07:00

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Solace Media Corporation (an interview, responsibility not withstanding)

2011-10-20T15:45:00.000-07:00

If you are still free we would love to applicant interview you.

So we have some questions for you here:

1.Why are you interested in SMC?
e.g.(what do you have to gain)

Plentifold opportunities await my net gains and filibuster notaries with the simple button press of "like". This will fill the coffers, and in its coffers, we will dance. I will collect your interest, all of it; and spin it into marble and gregorian lances.

2.How many audiences have you owned?

Nearly three. Two handed, and they landed me frisky just yesterday, frisking all the way. And? maybe eleven years ago, prior to that. Ownership though? Woe betides, and one must finger the nod to kowtow the phrase, "how Banksy of you!" Talk about cheap.

3.How do you incorporate infinity into your workplace.

Infinity is only prescribed through apertures; tele mandala types. Operators are standing, mind you, bye and bye, time after twins, latency ladled, and spooned into utopian fringe communes that see only through mirroring. You might ask, convex? Oh nary, more like a fusion; sandwiching sensory with yawn artists, clauses, and pals. Keeping the toke glowing, dig this tome: from pens and isles and inland girl-time, a treasure of circles may yet find perpetuation, and thereafter hardly will there be another withering of that fine finite gallop into landspeed records. But, as they say, aspics and sprayed, this has little to do with work, only the wobble of place. Then came four...

4.Where do you steal your office supplies from?
(we DO NOT allow that sort of behavior here)

I haven't stolen in weeks, myself, or stolen myself for a chance at riveting this else-wise and phoenix. Or months, as they say, have I been absent in the rim of two or four digit pinches and turtle-necking prances. Only air vehicles have I taken freely, as tho' they were mine, akin and as in the grabby-grab of Boris, the star of the latest Ayn Rand column. Standard fumes? Check. Free narcoleptics? Bingo, baby. And all the giveaways went scattered, like Las Vegas card decks. Or another bad Deniro film.

5.Would you consider yourself
"Investigative Artistic"
"Artistic Investigative"
or
"Autistic Enterprising"

Considerations on self and A.I. or I.A. or A & E networks have a chortle or two in the neck folds. I like hammer-on guitar solos. And I find it shameful that we pigeonhole "just the dictators". Stop investigating. There's a urinal awaiting in the journals of walled streets, stripes, and paradigms. If we keep on, it'll be winter soon. And Daniel, he don't bray, child. He's got the Oz, the CZ, and the heck: they are all portable.

6. Do you do "crank"

Nearly. Well, someday. I'll stop to smile when I do.

7.Are you opposed to animal experimentation?

Oh you! And also "how Fauvist". Gnarly how those trees bend on a clearly defined date, putting your arm around your pet in some consolation or participatory rise, the corduroy kind, wiped ween of burr and conduct not conducive to sky's pie or eyelids able. An answer? Experimental animals define the planet. Dig your Darwin; stop being a savage.

8.What is you favorite planet in our galaxy?

Jupiter. Today, it's Jupiter. That infernal spot, you know, the swirly purported storm whorl: that's my chicken little today.

9.Who's your Daddy?

Papa John. Pizza man. Oh yeah. I wrote a song about that cat. Cool mantra, too. Round, peppery, perfect. I became zealous quite after the fact. Too many lingerie ads, cross-sectioning my guile and keeping me postal. The next day it was clear: an all's well sigh and tine to bear fruit with. Sugary, even. With a hint, residual and knuckling its chuff with say, a bit of Saugus. You know the type-- real friendly, like the clerk who lingered too long with the change in your hand, thinking that crucifix around his neck was gonna save him from the strafes of yester-kin or future diplomacy. All shit, really. But the pizza man? He'd be the type to have kids with. And cool fonts too!

10.From where was your first taste of non human milk?

The milky way, buddy.

11.Did you buy gold before the price skyrocketed?

Yes. And I built a shrine with a missile in it as well. Color me bald, James Franciscus.

12."is you is or is you ain't"?

Can't have it without a saint, I say. Everyone forgets "it" though. My surpluses get weak in the knees and you guys, you and your fucking tertiary lips (deep, moist, and esophageal); shit buddy, we all groan for "it". Stop pockmarking me for an adverb. I'll stave that conjugation with knits of hari-cares and teat. Fuckin' right or what?

13.Whats your favorite TV show

Bury that in iodine. I'm a proud disowner.

14.Bagels or Biscuits?

Biscuits. More, please.

15. Belly ring or Toering?

Towering Inferno.

16.Toenail or fan mail?

Toenail, definitively. Mail art was cool once or twice, then all the shiny ones came through and I couldn't keep up with the bills (or the Williams for that batter). Babies are cool though. You gotta shine up to that, otherwise your druthers are bound for real estate and not ecstasy, and he don't lie, brother Bill. That, and the stamps don't fit the coitus so much, either. Too much stocky-on-one-side, sticky-in-the-middle, and a shitstorm heading southerly, like finances or ducts, squeezing linen or gosling threads or maybe even those lines the airplanes leave in the sky. I can't get any closer to tow that man fail. Like she said, the male has hiss, but the planet takes it out for a killing. I'll never be popular at this rate, so that's why I opt for feet.

17.Do you sleep in a coffin?

I would, once or twice, lie about the floor on some of those international flights I was telling you about. It got caught up in the magazines though, bound together in teal sheets and smelling like pear. I'd try to repeatedly view the movie, but it kept coming up with the same damn pirate theme. I mean, I like Johnny Depp and all, but that pattern of sleep made me weep for some other covenant. It'd get a little weird, I mean, like the time that other movie was playing (on the floor again, I mean, I was on the floor, but you, you were, like, over there or something), and that WHOLE POPE THING WOULD COME UP. Play it to a rubber ear, my friend. The floor was more than just another simple place to chalk one's expertise in knits and suave behavior.

18. Would you rather be mummified or excommunicated?

See, I'm both a mom and an ex-cop, so the tv series-style interrogating can cease at any moment's pause. Give in, sister. Give me all your lovin', copper-boy! I love that tong. Sigh...

19.Have you ever been an extra in a major motion picture?

There's no easy answer to this question.

20.Are you familiar with barbie magazine?

Well, who isn't? As it turns out, the service exit had this function with bottom-feeders. Locating itself close to the approximation of what would be deemed lips, these protrusions and protrusible feelers (whiskers, fingers, prehensile mustache-like appendages) would cull their catches and return the favor. Succulent as bivalves and other sorry lots would have you belie or leave in, passages of fresh-shorn compulsory vomiting would occur, as the red algae bloom wouldn't be all-too-sheen for a hominid to presume consumable; nevertheless though, through and again, passages of mucous, throat, and gargle, these aptly named "barbels", would sublimate the incarnation also with cherry-sweet incantations, as one would infer, quite blond in appearance, but also, tasty as a mint julep. As printed form would find their mats and weaves in sundry Egyptian loam, the motif of these elder dwellers-- catfish, sturgeon, and other ancient roe-- the culture arose simply by whisking: TAKE-TWO-BARBELS-AND-CALL-MEME-IN-THE-MORNING. The swig of this essential oil redeemed itself as an entirely different species, a specific magazine entry, and not portrayed, thank God, as some reenactment, or as a comely but obscene blog. But even then, it continued: three more barbels meant you might be happy, four on the left ear meant instant hetero-normative establishment approval, five depicted a backwater depiction of when-humans-return-to-bile, six was an unlikable chap named Bruce, and seven barbels? Well, you'll just have to see.

dew it, blues ides

2011-10-19T16:01:00.001-07:00

joinks

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GAnGeR

2011-10-18T20:54:00.001-07:00

ginger to the scrubs

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a play about flagging falters full tilt

2011-10-13T11:54:00.001-07:00

.... oh wait, she paused.
yeah?
no, nothing curious....
(and a murmur)
radon?
.... perhaps.
(and a wink)
... yeah, you knew that
(and another, a second's worth, an encoded wait, a seeing, a session)
... an animal?
an animal.
(no time left!)
... oh, oh shit, she stammered.
yes?
where was it again?
(a slight muffled scratching sound)
... yep.
(she knew it, you didn't)
don't play coy with me, buster brown!
(beard tugs inferred)
... jet skis?
radon.
(slight humming)
(another pause)
... well?
perhaps.

usual strain(s) with a, or to a, T

2011-10-13T11:09:00.000-07:00

Corners and cognac (needles and pries)

2011-10-13T10:34:00.000-07:00

Splotchety.

Memorandum ordain and tweakle the tines, rostering and cajoling, acting up like the past and passes with their hair-scares and equal suits (laws, abridged, otherwives, ales): the proper (meal) would be to settle for an inclement day to retire, and these placements of course, would be terse -- regurgitations of (or for) emblems (for or from) conclusional draws, and (lazily sketched by dancers with) rancid heels, biting thrice-dished, and metaphors apt with other notwithstandings (understood to be lonesome, of a pirate inclination, snugged sweetly in heapage or of a ton (or two) say, in paperclips or mummified, like they did in yon days of olde, bundled twine and brown gauzed matron, in sacks upon sacks of effluent peat) -- barring this then, so they did, in astringent aromas, or lozenges, shipping ends all loose with a wiggle or sway, listing all about, queues in tandem parallels, they likewise followed, as pack-animals and dromedaries would (dreamily lashing, their soft soapy eyes), wiring up and toothing the neat-th' th' th', an onset of willowy chups (to infer a sucking sound, i.e., suckling twig, and/or pursed lip motion, pocket sandwich vibe, jimmy-on-a-stick-routine, and old meme of ludicrous formula, aims-to-wish-and-rotaries-bronzed); all tassels handled and man-brevity scolded (with something to the tune of), my cupboard has an empty (she railed, she riled); your dentures are a ruse (and she pulled it, like a pullet, four times only, or of or from whensoever until, that there throat, she done drew blood).

earl of lee re membery

2011-10-12T05:20:00.001-07:00

1. An unsuspecting pest

2. The color that came out

3. Autumn came early this year

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try their flogger hinter flies

2011-10-10T06:22:00.000-07:00

Bogged by aperture, their notes descended to earth in the flays of wile and demise. I couldn't pile on any more, as the symbols (searched for, uploaded, goaded towards, or tower-marked by cellular status feeds), well? couldn't sustain much more than a peck of rice to many others daunted (or one could say: as would to be akin with a mindset intent to damper, or to be, perhaps, tempered, hindered, handled, brindled, bridled, girdled, tendered, attended to, intended to be done, reasonably shortchanged, along, in, or nearby), the forte or forearm hoist; steely cabled tendons-typed, fonts or brotherwise, you-know-the-manner: BIG, gravel-voiced, and the kind that would troll along the seabed, bringing up massives (or missives, as it were, to a loved one, one of shared imagination, one so beautiful that you'd wince with an astounding tremor with even the tiniest gaze or glance, parry, prince, pawn, pauper, pond, fondness, tree, touch, tease, lasso, libidinous whisper, kiss, groan, lawn, dry river bottom, freak-out-shimmy, seize, tire-pile-down-by-the-forty, and so forth, man), every time the lure would bob, and damn, I (simply) could 1. not 2. do 3. that 4. right 5. at 6. this 7. very 8. peculiar 9. instant. I'd number it, rightly. You'd stare at the heel, wondering on, or in the vicinity, thoughts that had creature or motions in juried formats, nice ones, too; said statesmen and the advocates, so varied in vices and columns of tape, paperwork, and well? more vices (and not the grip-types), it was like or lick-able, a tryst or a sneeze, wee drops and mothers, slowly buttoned and undone; all an undoing, mowers and grapes and that entire weekend together spent well and nourishing each other. Searching for the questionables, emphatic upstarts lending their hairs and appendices, too; all those my's, all those cows, vacation rates, hotels, highways, and fur-bends along a finger-five dance and tickle up the shoulder or upper part of the arm where the peach fuzz would rescind entrance and formulate pools of calculated spider wires and brushing sounds, I had a good time. No, really. But I was still looking for ten.

on girded

2011-10-09T20:25:00.001-07:00

orange

Dew et

2011-10-07T13:44:00.001-07:00

1. Oh
2. You
3. Know
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O lo lo, Malmö

2011-09-24T04:38:00.001-07:00

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from Kukimo, found on the web

2011-09-22T11:44:00.001-07:00

Ghastly hook!
Blue nook and spread-leggedly.
A buck, et vous?
Toes, terribly booted; mires dot the shrine!

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To reitterate, alight, (the) illiterate

2011-09-22T11:31:00.000-07:00

Jan. 1st 2006

"if there's one thing I can't stand, it's some candy-ass with no personal reserve. Whenever I see a man with no personal reserve it makes me very, very angry"

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R.U.'s (e)

2011-09-20T15:18:00.001-07:00

Are you busted?
Are you trusted?
Are you seen?
Are you clean?
Are you just fine?
Are you on the line?
Are you ensconced?
Are you into fonts?
Are you over?
Are you rover?
Are you between?
Are you quite lean?
Are you teething?
Are you breathing?
Are you at the stop?
Are you about to pop?
Are you all about?
Are you gonna shout?
Are you heightened?
Are you frightened?
Are you biting?
Are you sighting?
Are you likely?
Are you miking?
Are you loping?
Are you hoping?
Are you knowingly?
Are you glowingly?
Are you more?
Are you sore?

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MOMMA DRID

2011-09-14T01:00:00.001-07:00

Este campeon paraolimpico de rotura de cables, es un extravagante usuario de los micros de contacto de pies a cabeza, alkimista de torpeza mesmerizante con irritante voz de abuelete.. CRANK esconde en su saco algunos trucos recurrentes(emision absurda de conciencia vocal (revindica el marginal genero del canto en la ducha)instrumentacion aleatoria, ademas de la inagotable jodienda perpetrada por los micros de contacto y los
consiguientes cut ups que emegen entre la maraña sónica
Tiene la capacidad de captar absolutamente la atencion del espectador.
avisados estais...kuidado kon los karteristas!!!!

Zigurats de carton, armatostes cefalicos , conductos de ventilacion, detalles susceptibles de generar oscuridad hipnotica y otros cachivaches dispuestos a dar la paliza con grandes dosis de ternura.
,... crujiente y troceado ruido derramado sabiamente y
su manera de agarrarse con avidez al lado absurdo de las situaciones.
Un chute de espastica eskizofrenia.....esto le caracteriza.
Sus performances son un viajazo con reminiscencias de una regresion a las infancias mas gamberras donde convive el ensimismamiento del teatro de la crueldad con la inocencia y el patetismo de este heroe con cara de pocos anti-amigos. Algo asi como epifanias de personajes de dudosa catalogación, makinaria disfuncional....vestimentas imposibles, y pekeñas actividades cotidianas impregnadas de rarefacción y tecnicas electroacústicas puñeteras.
De esto se vale en sus visiones místicas este heroe solitario ke un dia se transfiguró espasticamente en pez a medio hacer tras la ingesTa de UN esturion de 3 metros llamado Huso

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(ance) wings

2011-09-08T05:09:00.000-07:00

An intolerable crash beset the moment. Damnable damns, my stupid digit and flop... cursed by mobile, trends unfriended and veritable bile; sapped still and sterile without your pocket singe, eh? Meme, again. Cultural gene strands and lapses and relations and rem's gone with nary a bleep. Cronking, glooming, gleering, fleeping. Climbs to top and bends the squeeze-box. Elation will still come, if my required blaze meant for it in tenders.

Then still, the malls made the same. Pictures were allies and thoughts you-been-here. Palms unnatured and boars sugging celt limbs: this, and this, and this further still, made or maidendream, my not-really caused a stir in the memetic.

Hair bore and share burgers, constance and nape. Not a dire fire seasoning, but an egg mistook, and a swallow up for inky reads some fifteen years prior. Maybe this was the tune? Follow that ledger, not bought into the present biscuit of who-am's or plumage like the insufferable dents to ego and rift. All in good use, those five tear divides... were for it naught? A busy squirrelin' lesson to begat requiems for flour, lloyd, typography, and sabres.

Still, it was inching. Long labors, suit-and-thigh nights, bally-umphed in the sherry spills and what my natively becoming had hindered. All the vapors, sideways sewn and pancaked, panicsville and tremelo, caring for lauded circulars of spat fits and shivering, well, maybe, and then a coughing break.

As an update, my loves were elsewhere. Pitting the memory stick with want, what went down, what could and could the roads, wooden be they, coddled with a fraught to be... cards were stacked, just a bite difficult. And ma'am, no elf.

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Mer interrupt

2011-09-08T04:27:00.001-07:00

Sea chango loft and hire, sequester edgeways boffed and briar...

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Maddle rid

2011-09-08T01:34:00.000-07:00

Up the clomberin' / hatten the batches

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Lille, or will be.

2011-09-06T15:18:00.001-07:00

On your postures.
Try this blazer on?

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on log

2011-09-06T12:04:00.001-07:00

Slurs in ten dialects, the increments whisper and seem to argue. Why the seriousness? Sir, you must sit. Typesets and the printing rests arms and anger; no-no-no, it's finished, it's finished, he gabs on... and so we go with wet winds and raised peeks. Regular fixed. Angels without noses. Paper tiberius. Unfounded. Sought in soot of finger grace, hail, treaties, bandwads, wagons' beard, copa, lander, and thirteen. Only twelve more hygenics. Youth tires. Pots and clans. Captain aches. Screaming chord descension on an ample stare, tare, wheat, pissing content, dawdling, daubers of meat, tin cuffs, coughs of hand clamp, guys-you-immediately-dislike, and the land. Man the land, soda! Man that temperature.

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onward dwarf and parts larry

2011-09-05T01:55:00.001-07:00

1. Adjust meaning for facts and cagney

The ebbs 'scapade and doting 'nothers chewed no leery rye, I mean, not yet at least, and nothing stateworth a smothering crabbery-hold on this din and tine of rited longdoing. I laid a good zen tucket here nonetheless, marrying gravity with brevity and howling ankles, and I mean ANKLES, all the way. Ankara would've been prowed.

2. of lists, shilled

Indecisive by inscisors and insistence on bliss, maths after had a string to fool. In charts reknown, these were partly wiling his bides for a feet (fivesome stance, as if, while to be sure); hillsome as if, then a chance trunkmaid made light of, that of as, and you knew before-a-hand that a cup, well-meant, would taper something bright and shiny with gradations and increments, all chipper-backed and handsome, brought adroitly with an akimbo set of files, biting 'neath sidewhich easy, meaning-well, scolded as revelations in the form of ads in tiny newspaper annuals, terse and concord, plying for a kiss.

3. Durate, dura, door eye, shun

Then were if naught, the toddy bees sung a sleeve an awoke us with a bill. I'd left the night with only a few bags, data rem being one of those neon beacons neatly given to people of handier wipes and perhaps fans of holidays where everything went well vs pell mell or wheels and deals and a stranding, with only a cassette of torpid pop from an earlier decade to use as an island.

and imminence of gape (plentifold afoul)...

2011-08-31T19:09:00.001-07:00

For Europe.

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Europe Tour Schedule

2011-08-30T16:49:00.000-07:00

EUROPE

I'm still banging out all the final confirmations on shows & workshops, but in the meantime, here's the hulk & bulk of things. Stay tuned for more updates, and I'll see you on the road!

Sept 3rd. @yours, Lyon, France
Sept 4th. la Jarry, Paris, France*
Sept 5th. Presqu il de Caen, Caen, France*
Sept. 6th. TBA. Cherbourg, France*
Sept. 9th. TBA. Brest, France*
Sept 10th. Bistrot de Monsieur Jules, Nantes, France*
Sept. 11th. TBA. Angouleme, France*
(* on tour w/ Ultra Kabon & Rock Monsieur)
Sept. 13th. Sala Taberna Alabanda. Madrid, Spain
Sept. 14th. La Papa, Barcelona, Spain
Sept. 15th. workshop, TBA. Barcelona, Spain
Sept. 16th. Boro, Brno, Czech Republic
Sept. 17th. Bomba, Krakow, Poland
Sept. 18th. workshop, TBA. Krakow, Poland
Sept. 19th. Szabad az A, Budapest, Hungary
Sept. 21st. Jalla Jalla, Metelkova, Ljubljana, Slovenia
Sept. 22nd. TBA. Venice, Italy
Sept 24th. Borgen/Full Pull Festival, Malmo, Sweden
Sept. 27th. TBA. Gothenburg, Sweden
Sept. 30th. Sucked Orange Gallery, Berlin, Germany
Oct. 1st. Loophole, Berlin, Germany

Low Compatibility

2011-08-16T09:44:00.001-07:00

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revisitation: eggs over my billingsly

2011-07-28T11:33:00.001-07:00

Matt Taggart/Crank Sturgeon live at kpsu portland april 16th 2011 by mattaggart/pcrv

on recent pardons

2011-07-21T07:10:00.000-07:00

Wisdom begets a new inclusion.

Fry this on for wise...

Kingdom's behest for a nude conclusion...

Try that on for size.

ol' noggin

2011-07-20T06:06:00.000-07:00

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.

siftings & sightings

2011-07-19T20:09:00.001-07:00

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check your coordinates

2011-07-19T06:30:00.001-07:00

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

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

2011-07-17T12:32:00.001-07:00

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)

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boarder line

2011-07-16T14:06:00.001-07:00

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

2011-07-16T07:03:00.001-07:00

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)

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

2011-07-10T11:24:00.000-07:00

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.

vahlynn; a wee song for yew

2011-07-07T10:42:00.000-07:00

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

Somertimes ye scootcher.

Othertimes, yew bru.

blouthe rooce

2011-07-07T10:08:00.000-07:00

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.

thin guts muggies

2011-07-06T22:25:00.001-07:00

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