a third rate, fourth place, tenuous at best, unabridged yet oft-truncated collection of calumny & travails from the last manfish standing, husophonic orator & chronic fumbler, his nipples (minus 3), Crank Sturgeon
Friday, November 30, 2012
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Caviar Fever
I recently uncovered a stash of perfectly lovely caviar tins that I'd been hoarding since 2001. Having used these tins for a number of instruments and art objects over the years, I decided to drill a few more extra holes & rig 'em up for public use as well. The result is one clangorous BEAST of an electric maraca! Complete with a hard-mounted contact mic, handy glitch-switch, and filled with all sorts of goobers and recordings, I am proud to present the Caspian Deluxe for all ye in search of noisy holiday gift-giving.
Check out the website for more information.
http://cranksturgeon.com/PIEZOCRANK.html
Monday, November 26, 2012
count huso
instigate ram
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
SUN tight LED
connective tissue is an ass; low yield high jinx and genie prose, messy tarpons and caber dives, wholly ones toppled and prior tongues; all contrary keel, what with histamine and reams, likelihoods congealed wide, clasping mouthful 'pon mouthful of those vices - nasty ones at that - begging and mewling, pouting and smirking, spooling 'tween the crisp shiny choppers, that excess of pylon and preen, some legendary and poetic, feathering of forlorn black pine glens and a smell like none other, others merely mirroring, chastising like a cop may, brandishing brass emblem and parroting the cleave with verbiage from lawful tapes, belly buckled in tightly while simulacra do their forehead array of curtsying candidly and willful, squeezing their pores 'til dripping, of unspeakable turf and curd, mutton cusp, churlish bird, sensually brimful of deans and potted must.
Monday, November 19, 2012
faux toast
It is, no. It is, no. It is, no.
An urge to defer infection.
It has, no. It hasn't yet, well, no.
An urgency, a way to sire protection.
It, I, no, yet, is, no, has, not, well, umm.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
west turn mass renders
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
only the highest regards, king
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
goring floor ((((( n
Don't porn the battery too terrible, 'lest ye muck the slow jaws down, raiding fought-over 8's with pie-lye delivering, and cottony sedges with a leap-ear sing. Dialects kept this game down. Soars racked, shoulder slung altercations brought nord-tongued sensei forward, propped and hopped-up on jimmy's and spleens. This was no ritual barbital or verb. A type of candied lorn couldn't addle more quickly the lines mined and minded since a singed early proper 20's recollection of dates and tubs and nubs and hot bisque numbers, rendered gentle over the few flown five cave-dived fretted "F" ghetto heft, torn parable mica, and the jute of a fur-limbed throat, the eww in you, had a timber of prose, aptly dactyl and hindered fingering the hue bereft of can.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
on hugging bridges
soiled tum and gull
ambition cull, rum billfold, lambing bull, embolden frill, told of dull, pole tilled co., folly fall, pill enthrall, tandem lull, scramble cold, canned or skull, pithy mold, frothing mauled, chump I'm tolled
Friday, November 9, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
spotted again, unfettered & less bearded
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
new-new-new
Autumns and more autumns; we have bundled the hay around our shop for extra insulation, and moved the operations down into the cellar for winter strategies. Still, the microphones grow, giddily and air-dried. Peruse the main website (see the side bar, marked "webtasms") and check out our wares!
eyes used for tooth support
pre and post, with whom you throat
Monday, November 5, 2012
hiss so K
Morning rash and intermittent distract, the flavor of mint and mouth wash erases an effacing weekend wince of scrunch and likelihoods alluding to forays mixed hither and played, texans-in-touch, allegories and three histories mingled, lanced, frayed, plaid, sad, and-boy-aren't-you-just-a-cad. This is no bemoaning for a run in the stocking or a sentence of stammer, never-you-mind that ephemerally and oft off-putting grammar (times 14).