Tuesday, April 26, 2005

bad omen

All these things happened this morning.
1. Dead body in bag seen from bus window.
2. Large window in studio collapsed.
3. Toast tower crumbed due to weight of glass.

56 comments:

Bleet said...

Toast tower crumbed? It turned to crumbs? Who died. How did this happen? I thought you were feeling ok.

Dink said...

Fooey.

mountain man said...

It is all true. The crumbs are shaped like hands and feet. Several casualies. The body was in a black bag and carried on a stretcher surrounded by onlookers. I'm lucky it wasn't me today, but the signs are there.

Necklace of Fire said...

Just go down beneath the slabs and have a laugh. You will feel better. If it's your time, you must go. Until then, have some potato salad or some orange soda. Please do enjoy the clouds.

Crux said...

Oh shit, I thought that only happened in Black Metal music.

Jerry Orbach said...

I guess this victim is toast now.

Cloud said...

I am coming onto your cute head. If there is darkness, it has animals in it. It has goats and fanged ones.

mountain man said...

The puffs are healing, yes. The super removed the window, now dented, now out of sight. The glass promotes bleeding. Blood is clean, more or less without disease and malaria. The pestilence is becoming to the complexion if one is in want of a blushing fevered presence.

mountain man said...

crumbed toast is fodder for broken heatrs, an ideal state in an artistic pool. It is the sand. I am the pearl.

PD said...

I have a broken heart MM. Where have you been--I have been waiting down below, so to speak.

krixfort said...

I am so down with down under the slabs.

I am restless.

krixfort said...

I am sorry to hear about the toast tower.

mountain man said...

I am coming down soon, in a minute, I will for a spell delight myself in the area below. I have a fiery heart.

puff puff said...

Pointed and robust are the clouds. Clean fuzzy edges to portray the moods you are in. What are they?

Bleet said...

I have a complexion worth addressing with tongues and sand. I love you!!!

Toast Tower said...

I am coming back, no worrying, my fair friend. I am re-emerging in a shinier state. Better than last time. Crumbs are temporary.

krixfort said...

I need to speak to an oracle. I need to know what to do about this overload on my brain. Any suggestions anyone? Ham Paw? MM?

ham paw said...

A cool bath of ginger ale is advisable, krixfort. Mountain man, death is inevitable. Look upon it in the knowledge that you will be it and it was you.

ham paw said...

The brain is temporary as is the pleasure principles of the considerable exposures to the realities. Sushi, table salt, phone messages, highlighters. These are distractions from the self and the turmoil of identifications. Krixfort, your efforts are accumulations. Clean the body.

Sushi Blameful said...

This bag with body good luck.
Dark bag reflect much sun.
Your window is now open like heart.
Your air get clean.
Your tower can remake.
Blood beautiful, many good.
Pink clouds with fine fiery edges are most better; look careful, Mountain, be open.

ginger said...

Wow Mountain Man,
I haven't been around for a while and things seem a little dark for you now, but I must agree with Sushi, these seem like good omens. A breaking open of things, a passing by of Death, what more could you ask for? Reminders of our mortality and the fragility of all things bring us closer to others and ourselves. Be strong and love.

devil doll said...

Okay..what is goin' on here--I'm so confused.

mountain man said...

I will try. The breaking of the window is an opening of the flower. I myself opened several flowers in high school.

PD said...

MM cannot die until he comes down below.

candy d. said...

what is below? Hellish firey tempests, the anguish of lost souls and wretched sinners?

doug said...

SM den.

Anonymous said...

you do not want to know what is down below.

mountain man said...

There are no labels for what is down there. It is asexual; there is no vomit. No one can determine it. I am not afraid of dying, it is so full right now that I feel great.

I want to give away pieces. Scrumptious bits and toes and fingertips.

mountain man said...

There is no hell, no S & M, only fun.

chick fil a said...

I do, and I'll tellyou why.
1. I have an excellent member.
2. It is shaped to please.
3. There is safety in numbers
4. Control is unusual and has it's own numeric qualities.

jillian said...

gross. Please don't come down.

mountain man said...

Jillian, anyone who wants to come down can come down. That's what's so special about beneath-the-slabs. We are practicing for better times. We are not hiding.

Marla said...

Today my legs feel like they are made of shredded wheat. I am angry at everyone for no reason. My legs are crunchy and wispy. Bland-tasting.

Anonymous said...

I love this blog! It is so ridiculous.

jillian said...

I was trying to protect you from badness. You don't care I see. you eat it.

mountain man said...

I'm sorry Jillian, you fragile little pooper. Chick Fil A seemed ok to me. I like lists. Almost as much as poems.

You are a fern.

jillian said...

all you are saying to me is that I am willowy and fresh smelling. Thanks for the compliment. I am sure the same can't be said for you. You are moldy. crusty. you are sour.

mountain man said...

jillian, refresh thyself with carbonic methodicus.

Crux said...

I am overpowered by the slabs...they are crushing me now..OW!

mountain man said...

Jillian I was trying to be nice to you before. But guess what? I hate you. And your stupid name. You sound like a cheerleader with below-average intelligence (no offense to cheerleaders). I suggest you go back to grade school.

You are making me cry like onions.

geraldine said...

hey, i am getting used to the artistic thoughts vernacular. it is very interesting and worthy of volumes of literary theory.

Crux said...

Am I in Hell or Pergatory? Or, maybe Walmart's warehouse? or is it Mountain Man's Whorehouse?? So confused.

jillian said...

whatever you have to say to feel good about yourself..

Hoarse Voice said...

I think you are between the unfurling properties and the unruly blamelessness. It is a moment. When your looks are gone you will understand it better.

mountain man said...

Jillian what are you talking about? You sound like you are truly the most ineffectual boredom house. Please try to weighten yourself.

mountain man said...

Hi Crux. You are fun-improving. Good terms. Good thinking.

Angry Planet said...

I am no longer so angry. Just very foolish, very misbelieving. I know I am loved by my inhabitants. I forgive them and they adore my fertile crescents.

Pickle in a Bucket said...

Where is my Bucket? Come back you cutie!

Yip said...

I have a problem. I am feeling hatred of everything. I can't stop it, it's coming in waves. Luckily I am not seeing anyone right now. Why so much hate? I am no good.

mountain man said...

Yip, I can relate to this. Easy does it. It's not worth your cellular networks to force them into hatred shapes. Let them lead you around in new ways.

Anonymous said...

Seething is not good for your stomach.

cancer said...

me too yip. I am filled with self loathing. The mouth of hell is opened to me. The vaginal gaping has begun.

Crux said...

My girl complains about vaginal gaping--I thought it was my fault.

Sushi Blameful said...

Big opening not so lucky like bunch-up. More good sun in bunch. Less roomy, more happy sun.
Best under slabs of open luck. Outside city.

mountain man said...

I hate open. I hate lunch and slabs and hurting girls. Poison gaping vortexes.

Sushi Blameful said...

Lunch no good, breakfast much luck.
Hurt girl, Mountain, girl like. Beth bad luck. Other girl open in mind, bunched inside.