Monday, September 27, 2004

Yankee go home

First I filabustered then I waggled my hands down low in the delta valley mountain top.
Ooh, yeah, the Mexican breezes. Ooh, yeah, the Antarctic freezes.
I got my hands down low in this permanent selection and the ice caps melt with the heat from many cowfarts and the bell won't ring but the siren sound is pleasing.
Ooh, yeah, the Atlantic ocean. Ooh, yeah, the lava in motion.
Wax lips did the trick again, and now I'm swimming up a fast river of hurt and the pants get shorter as the leaves get browner.
Ooh, yeah, the coyote in quicksand. Ooh, yeah, the Titanic sinks, and.

Saturday, September 25, 2004



Friday, September 24, 2004

Mark Harp Turns 42

Thursday, September 16, 2004

Gene Pritney

It isn't very pretty, what a town without larvae can do. No, it isn't very pretty, what a towel with alpaca can doodle. No, sir, it just isn't very petty, what a town without kitty kat do. No, ma'am, I tells ya, it ain't really attractive, you know, what a pity-lacking metropolis can accomplish. No, it isn't very easy, what a gown without Betty can do.
And you can rest your head on the mantle, you can roll your own by the door, and you can friccazee with Fiona, 'cause she's the pretty girl what's been doin' all the work.
It is not good looking what a city with low esteem and sorrow issues can can can do do. Can do. No, Can do. Cando cando cando. Blocked my memory trout with some J-42 Unabomber style, boy. I can see and read the numbers on the back of your skull.

Monday, September 13, 2004

Plaid shorts don't make it

Oh, leave my plaid shorts alone.
Yes, won't you leave my plaid shorts alone.
Please, I say, please just leave them alone.
The plaid shorts. Leave them alone.

And my plaid shorts aren't bothering you.
Please leave my plaid shorts alone.
And my plaid shorts aren't worrying you.
The plaid shorts. Leave them alone.

Yes, let them be, like a bird on a stick.
The plaid shorts are not for your amusement.
I wear them until the seams split.
The plaid shorts, that is. The plaid shorts.

So, I ask again, about the shorts of plaid.
Let them be. Let me be. Let them be plaid.
The plaid shorts have left the building.
The plaid plaid shorts. Leave them alone.

And my plaid shorts aren't bothering you.
Please leave my plaid shorts alone.
And my plaid shorts aren't worrying you.
The plaid shorts. Leave them alone.

King Of Peru lies

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

Nibbles of my nuggets

Four becomes three becomes two becomes one, and that's the new math, blobby. I fear change as do all good Americans, yet change is good and makes you grow and forces issues and tells the time before Jerry steals the clock again. Jerry is a post-modern man, and he knows what time it is, weaving and unwrapping and truly feeling that ten under two is a most happy circumstance. Four was easy, three was awful due to backstabs, two hasn't been officially announced yet but I think most folks see the timepiece on the wall. One will remain for chopkeeping and bloated metallic sensabilities, and mensabilities as well. As wells go, wells far go.
I think it was Jeffrey who once said to me, "You should just go off and waste some of these blankheads before they up and waste you.", although I think what he actually said was, "You want any of these fries? They're from last week." I ate of the fries, yes, verily I ate them, and then I talked to the little green Irish man that lives behind my bookcase, and he told me I should just go ahead and waste some of these frankheads before they go and waste the fries. Always take advice from little green men, they know the true meaning of time.
Time is a creation of man. Man is a creation of nature. There is no god.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

And then a plan emerges

Things get clearer. Friends are heard from , and responded to. A plan emerges.

Bassist and drummer needed for off the wall unique and original musics. Funky, big, rocky, yellow and frank. Check out and reply if interested.

Hmmm. That might work. Then there's the musical...

I promise the next blog entry will make MUCH less sense.