Friday, October 30, 2015
Pringles chips were invented during a moment of single handed supernatural chicanery when Thomas Jefferson levitated off the floor, his eyes rolling back into his head and his skin turning green, and made some uncooked potatoes fly out of the pantry, cook in mid air, split into many parts and fly into a tennis-ball can. A fellow from the Pringle company was watching all this through the window and stole his idea. You shouldn't let chip manufacturers watch you through the window.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
If I had a ticket to get on a submarine, I would use that ticket and then I would hijack the submarine and take it into international waters and run a pirate radio station for all the deep sea fishes with glow sticks hanging off their heads. I will play them deep house with lots of sub bass and they will groove on it real nice and I will be doing my community service for the undersea fishes. I know some of you like me doing my community service for you on-the-land people, but I been doing that for ten years, it's time to throw the fishies a little sugar.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Tumbling tumbleweeds tumble past, as tumbleweeds do. I chase them but my little legs get tired. Some day I will exchange these little legs for giant long flamingo legs, and I will have pink feathers and a nice curvy beak, that is to say, some day I will be a flamingo. Men and women and children and dogs and possums and cicadas will tremble and melt at the sight of my majesty. I will not be haughty, but graceful and forever mysterious.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Open my eyes and see that I am in a complete void. How can I tell? Coz i can't see nothing. But maybe my eyes aren't really open. Better have a feel of my eyelids. Yep, they're up. Have a poke at my eyeballs. Yep, there they are, all squishy. But how do I know if i'm blind or actually in a void. I'll call out to the void. "Hey Void, am I in you?" "YEEEEEES", says the void. Well that settles it then. Nothing to do but kick back in the nothingness for a while and await any future developments.
Sunday, October 18, 2015
For the princely sum of eight roubles, I will take you into a cave that is studded with rubies and diamonds and jewels, and I will show you the corpsey skeleton corpse of a pirate still draped over the top of his chest full of gold doubloons. Don't go thinking about trying to snatch any, because his doubloon lust lives on beyond his mortal body, and a vicious red glow will appear in his eye socket and his bony arm will grasp at his cutlass and slice you in twain.
Saturday, October 17, 2015
I been looking for a wife, all my life, i been looking inside bread bags but all i see is bread, I beenn looking inside tress but i just see woodpeckers, i been looking in the back of the TV but all I found is wires and tubes and stuff. Maybe i need to go to the wife store, they gotta have some there, i said to myself. But then they invented wi-fi, and I thought, hey that's close enough, if I got wi-fi I don't really need that extra E. So now i curls up with my wi-fi every night and watch old reruns of Cheers through the internet.
Friday, October 16, 2015
Underneath the water and underneath the sand and underneath the rock and underneath the layers of diamonds and sludge and cookie and thick caramel, just above the throbbing molten centre of the earth, there is a place where lovers go, to feel warm and compressed and to hold each other tight and to be held tight by the forces around them. When you are down in that space with your lover, you can feel the twist of every tree root, you can feel each fossil getting minute by minute more fossilized, you can feel those old trees uncurling into diamonds, and you can feel that molten heat below you. Tt feels good.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Sizzling sausages squirt their hot sausage juices all over the bbq, the bbq moans on impact and shudders visibly. I feel as if I shouldn't be watching this very intimate encounter, but I am fascinated. I hide behind the flowery bush and peek through, stroking the pink and red flowers as I watch it all unfold. They feel good against my fingers, soft and tearable. But I don't want to tear them. Soon I will have to cough loudly and approach the BBQ so I can turn the sausages. I'll do my best not to look too much and scurry back to my voyeur spot behind the bushes.
Friday, October 9, 2015
Cliff notes on the bottom of a branch in very skinny handwriting. I am in the tree studying for my koala test, what is it that we eat again? Some kind of leaves that get us high and make us real horny? It's hard because I wasn't born a koala but I'm trying to transition into being one but the koala committee make it hard as shit, that don't want any old monkey or cheetah or human to be able to get that good koala health care and all those funky leaves, so you really gotta bone up on your koala business if you wanna pass the test.
Friday, October 2, 2015
Tripping and trundling on down this cobblestone street with my piano following behind me. We doing a real funny walk and whistling and flipping coins and swinging our pocket watches and singing old songs with lots of back and forth between us. the cobblestones in this alley are so rough and ready they got piano keys flying off every now and then, but piano's so high and happy rolling in this sunshine he just don't care.