January 2009
7 posts
For the past five minutes or so, the can of Pepsi that I’ve been nursing in the hopes of jacking my eyelids open before crashing in a spectacular blaze of saccharine and other stuff has been issuing a muffled hissing. It really does go quite well with the rattling of the A/C and sex of the neighbors.
Question I: Is it worth the decayed teeth and bubbling innards? Oh, you betcha.
Trenton Trenton Robespierre
Something old to drown the gap:
Trenton Trenton Robespierre, the ill-faced boy, with the pallid complexion, was in the manufacturing biz, specializing in the systematic manufacturing of religious icons and tupperwares. At ole’ PS 217, they were eating from the Shroud of Soup Tureen, a collected residue of various culinary oddities, spiced with salt and tomato paste from plastic, bottled by...
Documentation of life in the fastlanereadysetgo when the world was so caught up in a w h i r l of news and excitement and broadcast infotaintion, streamed and beamed live on the infosuperhigh, that it just up and forgot about the roses, pansies, daisies and other sorts of polygonal and organic and carbon-based “life” forms and went straight for the vat of asphalt labeled red with wide, brash...
caffidicts? ok.
There are those with drugs of choice. Pin-pricked skids and ballooning glands, red eyes and smoking tears, clouded vision. And then there are those like myself. We take no drugs, allow no illicit chemicals to invade orally, intravenously, anally into pristine human forms. But as for approved chemicals, driven to the stores in FDA approved vehicles and passed to merchants and distributors and mom...
caste of fruits
good to see that those bananas are staying where they belong; that is, below superior, rotund fruits; that is, not shaped like phalluses.
see a doctor if it burns
Like a high school junior’s stubborn pursuance of stilted prose, covered in photocopies of photocopies of stolen documents that tell you how to write and how to write at least all right. There’s a need to be bright! vibrant! use punctuation that pummels a weary readers eyes with black stuff and then breaks their shins with a bowling pin and an orange. Without it, what is there? Then you’re all...