Sometimes ....krossie would move so fast that they had to whip him UP onto de dex...an operation costly in both time and effort
I was un coup de dés... feelin
kinda dead tickly-treakly-++++inside my hole as the last Fakeyles fell to the floor sea sick
but the crowd called out for more - rushing with her hands out to grab hold
of everything wakey pseudo aging raver then through a little
whipped cream and Elvis aron presley and that flowing of the water, that flight
of a bird, and the uninterrupted murmur
of our life, can be treated as either three things or a single one. I really LIKE creepy girls --
tho I try turning heart break try turning try spinning ---+_+_+_+_heart break turning heart try try break in ta art ache but....had the key when I just died... I see they left me an empty table
of whiskey. Turned my life art ache
around and into sheer la la la
nd, stoopidty , trousers, death,
a paradise. And through the mist there's a man in white ducktail trousers and turning/spinning down
white shirt. His black moustache is all thats visible bobbing through the
sugary haze and God spits in my soul. Its the man they were after. Then, somehow, on a mere whim..+-+-+
Jack is challenged to a race by a 3-legged cat
that wins and brings him up a stairs into a
dark room with a chair and a failure. The chair was carved out of a single Mexican
pine (for Jack Kerouacs wife?) and has been allround
but was new left here to acclimatise to the sticky air of New Orleans. And then
(of course) there's a Miss blow- yourself up woman, tree and around it dances
a banana girl who chose you in free will and good eyesight used to be a ballerina, aching
View a man as a carpet use but has on no clothes,
in the rain, and soda
fountains, new sneakers this summer, theres something, vampire
play girls at the drive in, and Sprung, some how, from a universe of indifference.
Its a beautiful thing
you are a beautiful thing or an accident
in Dr Zarhov under water laboratory, the dance of the Dorthovian fishmen that
chose you in free will and good eyesight, the red
planet blinking in the brim of your bourbon and ice, plan nine from
outer space, a clone army of silver tee birds gleaming in the mid
morning sun, the thing in the barn is making out on the football
pitch at dawn, later abandoned you, and your blue jeans on much the same
basis, vapour trails, that noxious mist gathering and lingering over the
swamp, that greenish
tinge in your babys eyes (it wasn't there this morning I could swear), darkness
at the edge of town, your moms chicken, finger licking, getting to second bass
on
first attempt, wisteria blossoms
in the deep south, ufos, patent remedies, an accident
in the Beavertron, farfa organs and go go gurls
that (O u tink- wearing my fancy knickers again!) smashed it into a hollow tartarus
and and everybody&'s a beautiful thing - as are heat rays and comets, grumpy
green aliens, repo men, an example of a simultaneity of fluxes in which
while sitting on the bank of a river, empty silver gantries rattling in the
deserted rocket field, x ray specks that came in a cereal box, the silver surfer,
grave digging zombies from outer space, the future we dreamed of but just
couldn't quite reach, atomic monsters, lizard men all relative -and slipslide
away over it all -none -mean - meaning turning spinning tryin......+.+.+.+...ache.......au revoir betty blue
37point two Oh dear - I see it - --- done but with errors on page
“La Chevelure vol d’une flame á l’extreme Occident de desires…” - Stephane Mallarmé
My own judgment runs along those lines.
Do not sugarcoat your existence to me,
do not constantly tell me how wonderful everything is or how happy you
are; show me what you’ve endured, what you have survived. Tell me about
your spirit and your strength.
Reveal to me the process of your becoming what
you are and what you will be, becoming. Let me admire
your resistance and tolerance.
Show me the darkness you’ve traversed or still pass
through.
Show me what you’re made of.
Quote lifted from Saytr on http://www.ilovephilosophy.com/
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