Sunday, October 11, 2009

I'm brain. He sifted silt in a turtle's bowl. Kind and lap-red was the story of upbringing. Chime, crime, chime! hmm hmm tip tip tip tip!! Frustration by finger's twitch. The hair fall. It on the ground! Not time for trim. Only blanketed with ensconce! Pure jelly made the tub quiver with excitement. Oh how it longed for a person to be covered in it just for a moment of clarity.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

I've brought it to my own attention that I have not blogged in a while...

Tuesday, April 28, 2009


yeah, fursur


I'm not planning to move out.


oh cool


What's with the wow sandwiches?


it's just something I do

you gotta do some stuff for no reason at all

I am going to start a magaZINE



What about?


called wow sandwiches

just about whatever

but I will have the info up soon

so people can subscribe


I'll buy it.


it's going to be free


I'll take it.


I don't want to have to abide by any contractual agreement

you could get 8 a month

or 0

or whatever


Yeah; I guess you are more free when you don't have people's money.


anyone can submit articles, drawings, thoughts


Do you need content for the first issue?


but I typed out all the info a couple days ago



How serious/silly are you thinking as far as the tone of the whole thing?


it can be as long or short as I want also


there are now stipulations

the whole wow sandwich thing has abided by that actually

like, you don't even have to use punctuation in it

mostly just something to exist just because


like thisIcansay what everI want


an outlet for creativity

an avenue for excuse

like controlling destruction



I will make that the slogan actually

like thisicansaw what everl want


I'm honored.


you have been the first to submit


I'll work on a slightly longer piece and send it to you soon.

If you want to send me the info you typed up about it, I'd like to see.



the first issue may be devoted to all the conversations that I am having with people about it


Not such a bad plan!


I feel like It will be fun

so, when I get a good picture taken of the description of the whole thing, I will post it

and then build it

and then send it to a mailbox near you


Send it to my neighbor, it'll be easy for me to find it in her mailbox.


good, you should knock on their door everyday and ask for your mail


"Just checking, you know! I have a very important packaged headed to your address very soon, and I just want to make sure not to miss it."


hehe, exactly


I think I'm going to go home and sleep.



I am going to read


I'm in the student union, but the folks I came here with have already left.


those wusses



They couldn't take the pressure.

I'm winning the awaking contest.


were you sitting on them?




well, shoot man


Oh, new word alert!


that just aint right



It's like "evening," but instead of being the time between afternoon and night, it's the time between night and morning.


is that when something makes something odd?


that's interesting


Maybe it should just be "odding"

I'll work on that.


did you make it up?

a new word for dawn?


I suppose.

Maybe like pre-dawn though.




I think dawn is the start of morning.


I guess dawn is more of a moment



It just dawned on me!

It's not odding anymore!


man, you are going crazy, stop studying


I think oddening sounds better.

Whatever the word is, I bid you a good one of them, and I'm going away.


good night sir


Good night.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

I discovered my tail and an imbedded dishwasher.  Shall I consider this a simple coincidence? God bless a goose.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Friday, March 20, 2009

She was infatuated with the way that I looked.  I told her to get a hold of her brains.  "Please place yourself in my seat and pervert the wind."  Gazing at the dainty shirt of a mouse she put on her condom.  These terrot cards are marked and stuffed in my sleeves.  Taking them out one by one I slid them under my lip.  The cards were made from shells and became a tribal gauge.  Staring past my nose pearls began to form as I left dust upon washing my port.  Collecting her in my arms like a mollusk quickly escapes into his shell, she had what she needed.  Enough arms to bear her weight and stroke her hair, tie her shoes, write her memoir, carry a taco, squeeze a stress-ball, thrust a javelin, plead guilty, pursue a dream, postpone HIV, blister from standing near a steamy moment with a dried up jesus with candida.  She sat pissing on  a string tied up like a lasso.  The string then followed suit and tied itself as a lasso and gave itself to the cowboy.  Hooked to my belt.  I heard the latch of my buckle clink loose and felt the caress of the damp lasso around the dinner bell.  Raising my eyebrow, I looked down, and saw those pearls and swallowed them.  I heard my name tapping as an SOS and mistook it as an upset stomach.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Everybody is leaving.  If only needed, they would steal and feel a great capability.  I've seen those near me drift closer and stroke that which was mine.  Plastering the whole world in the wall is a riffled book worth reprehensible entitlement.  Look through the window.  Plow a field.  Borrow a spear.  Dig the tomato.  Form a noodle.  Bothered by selfish antidotes to a quarreling stone, brushed the meadow... lark.  "Don't be so thoughtful, question mark!"  Fired up and ready too slow.  To hide something in a public hiding space is a spongy menstruation filled compliment with beans spilled for showmanship.  "FOOD got tired of the harassment."

Monday, March 16, 2009

This place is crazy. This egg is crazy. This egg is hydrated. You are one sharp cookie. Die before bedtime.  I'm a brain goose.  My mind is liquified on chocolate artifacts. Fuckin' orbitz gum in my soothe nail embroidered christ ulna.  Hop on it.  Get donut? No donut? No Doubt? Spider web wiz on a philly steed!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

That last post was so dumb.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Here we go.  I have had this blog since March of 2003 so we will see how likely it is that I actually  keep this up.  If I remember correctly I started this blog as a way to kind of impress a girl I was dating at the time.  Needless to say I am single now and have not managed to impress anyone with my miniscule archive of bloggings.  It seems that thus far I've used my blog space more-so as a twitter, but hey, I will blog whatever I feel like blogging.  Also, I choose my words with much thought  My twitter-esque blogs are like sponges doused in water, totally heavy in meaning.  I will delve into what it is that we are as existences so be sure to keep with me,  it'll be easy to fall behind, like the show Lost.   When I start talking I start thinking that what I say is important, watch out.  I usually end up reading my thoughts and thinking, "who is this arrogant bastard??"  and then I feel good for thinking that someone is dumb, even if it's me, that is how arrogant I am.  Totally dumb.  If I think that something I said was dumb enough I will simply have something to blog about again and thus, an endless barrage of needless critiquing mah-self, it's going to be so dumb.  

Something else that will be totally dumb is that I will actually try to be a microscope and analyze totally unimportant stuff that no one likes me talking to them about.  I will not try and come up with stuff just for the sake of blogging about it though.  I guess I may, damn.  I mean, I have two followers so I have to keep them entertained if I am to expect them to entertain me, right?  I love scratch-back-ology.  This blog is so good, I'm excited.

Friday, January 30, 2009

The cat is meowing at me. Interestingly.
The cat is meowing at me. Incessantly.