Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Heavy Lids
Puffy under eye parts. Crumpled skin. Laser-fingers for no good purpose. Not yet. Tangles and tousles without relaxation. Poison tongue accompaniment, dour-sounding piano music, tap-tap-tap on keyboard in head. Very outmoded, abstract. Try to patch on thighs again. Make post-music. Wail and ululate inside brain-squish. Have cleansings. Eat, drink lightly. Discipline self, attend sessions. Become lither, pay better attention, wear less. Do not chicken. Burn overalls.
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Be careful. Ululations, even silent, can cause a coring out of brain matter. Lose weight through heavy water consumption and little dry food. Vex yourself little. Cerebral cortex must grow, extend under pressure, not consume itself.
Make me into mine. Noises for your brain on quieter level for food.
Are your ablutions in preparation for some assembly? A meeting of proportion and girth? Sing your own praises quietly, whilst calmly reintegrating your cogency with your vigor. You are a dint over the rotund.
Pourquoi tant de douleur, mon amour? Comment peut-ce être vos intérieurs sont-il dehors? Souffle profondément la beauté de votre esprit dans votre caverne.
It was a long time coming yet the burning of overalls will set you free...
My dear, you are too critical of yourself. You must not worry about the thighs and eat hob-nobs post-haste.
Ummmmmmmmm, triple cream brownies and butterscotch.
MM that description sounds like a hangover. if that is the case, I'll give you back you wineskin.
We are all just ashes in the bong of Zogg.
Stone, there is dust in your ass wind.
It is not a hangover, but a waking in the night for many hours, a fitful sleep, the strangest of all dreams. Running around in circles on a grassy plateau with bases (first, second, third) and many cemetaries and gravestones in the background. There is an auction. An old picture of someone's ancestor is being auctioned off. I cannot bear that no one is bidding. My intestines are cramping and tying around each other, trying to push outward. It hurts. I start crying and I bid on the picture. It is mine. I give it to the man who's ancestor it is, even though no one feels he deserves it. I crunch into pieces and disappear into a mauseleum with a clock tower.
Thank you Lady Jane Sheepshacks. I will resume nibbling on hob nobs at once. I do love them so.
Much symbol, many caution.
No sun on plateau, must higher reach.
Though this very good, much luck. Give away where you feel. Give even if others no think prosper. Graves far away, very far away, nice.
Watch out! Intestinal cramps are very dangerous in these parts.
Pain on the grass is a stain you cannot remove. Sad and yet in possession of pathos.
Poo streaks are worse than stains in the grass, you ass.
No ass or grass, it's all in your head. Switch to sugar-rich drinks. Chew less, get gunkier. Swallow bricks and mud. Be ill-at-ease.
What is gunk? Tripping over feet today. Pellet head.
What is gunk? Tripping over feet today. Pellet head.
Hi. I am animal-like. About to get in trouble, I can feel it.
yes mm. you are an animal...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
You are in trouble. You have to heel.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Oh Mr. Man, what animal would you be pray tell?
Grrrrrrr is similar to Gnar but is more gutteral. I like both. I also like yip and yap.
I am part Bernese Mountain Dog and part Pez Dispenser.
Much luck in gunk, like tea, only deep. Include gunk, hug gunk. I found many open seat today, much unlimited, many ample. Good sun today, playful kittens.
I want ot pull your head back for candy.
Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
The candy I dispense is more savory than sweet, don't say I didn't warn you. La plupart des gens sont fous. Mais moi, je suis fou aussi, et je suis aussi soyant et malheureuse.
Je ne me comprend pas. Ca c'est maladroite.
M. Man your French is not great. Jeers to you for trying.
People say I look like a candy dispenser.
je suis malheureusshnsendsk aussi MM. je ne bleh bleh bleh tambien.
voila monsieur thibault. Il est engineer. Il a un chapeau bleu.
croissant.
you making fun of my engrish when you no nihonga wa wakarimasen!!!!
HAI!
who are you to say my words? I don't rike it. Prease stop.
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I am just checking in for the usual xenophobic craziness that ensues....
Oh hi Mountain Man. I loved candy. I have opened my candy arsenal and have found candy cigarettes, wacky wafers, fun dip, and sweet tarts. I have other secret candy weapons that I cannot divulge right now.
Miramoto-san IS a fake and nihonga wa hanshimasen. He is lying when he says he speaks Japanese. He just picked up a book at Barnes & Nobles.
You go, Real Miramoto san. HAI KARATE!
miramoto-san, you no suitable. Suspend petulance immediately. You give Japanese bad representation, no luck.
Hey candy girrrl,
Are you angry? I might want to licorice whip you, you little Pop Tart. I have chocolate coins and fire balls. Come over to my fort.
Why do you not invite me Angry Planet? I would like this licorice event you refer to. Yes please.
I love xenos. You are terrific people.
I am half xeno. I compile vigor into swishes.
No suspension of me is possible. Unless you are talking from the ceiling.
You bet I'm angry!! My dip stick just broke and I got all this rasberry sugar powder left. I love fireballs. I have some lemonheads to. I'll bring my extra helmet--we may be attacked.
I was thinking about fun dip while i was awake in the night. Crazy. Fun dip was the best because there were so many packets. Delicious sugars. Delicious stick.
I like sweet tarts.
I like spree and color bubbles. but my favorite is SKITTLES. please surround me in them.
Ciao PD! Let'sa getta together.
Angry Planet, are still soooo angry?
Angry Planet has force but lacks sobering clarity of his counterparts. His errors are glooming and he sleeps standing up to avoid the ramifications. He is bloodthirsty and twice shy. I admire him. He is in control but still has much to learn.
Xenos. Curious.
I pee red.
That sounds serious.
Scarification proceedings are beginning in five minutes in the conference room.
My boob job left scars and now my boyfriend wants to cut me.
Bleet with mint jelly.
I have so much pain. My neck hurts from my temperpedic pillow and the gravestones. The stick has abandoned me. I am glum, but my beard looks terrific.
No sticka, no licka
Hey Salsicce, we need you over here
Thighs, who wants a couple of thighs here? I got'em for the giving.
I want breast meat. do you have?
I got breast meat and plenty of it. I also got back fat and a nice backyard, but you already know that MM.
i have breast meat to spare, MM. I am ample in the bosom and want to get naked urgently. It's urgent. Please call me. I want it.
Is your attention span short PD? If so let's play ball; I love a big backyard on a jumpy one.
I am so sexy in the chicken breast. I have a corset on and my breasts show. Ooohh...... I have lipstick all over my nipples. I have scars too. And a permanent smiling face.
You sound top heavy, Dirty Whore. What is so urgent?
Slutty Fluffer,
We need you for a movie in the woods; it's starring you and a tree trunk and some rope....
I have loves that I need to release all over the place!!! I am so loving for urgent fun! Please come over to my lap now Angry Planet.
I want Slutty Fluffer, Dirty Whore and PD all to myself.
Angry Planet I challenge you to a fist duel. I am ready to take you on and steal everything from you. i am tired of all of your meanie cast-out behaviors.
You are hoarding whores, Mountain Man; I like that. Let's hang out.
I will fist you good MM.
Didn't know you swung that way.
Oh, my breasts are scarred too!
Hey Angry, I'll hang out with you...but I'm scared of the fist.
If you would like, um, I will hang out with you.
My bleasts are scaled.
May I scar you in the conference room?
Scar time begins now.
It will be so serene.
Why so violent?
I would like to be scaled please.
My breasts are scared, MM.
I am there MM. Despite what Larry Says.
Scares and scars for everyone. Let's be cut and ghoulish. It is time for much presence through pain sensations. You will never feel more real.
This is difficult for me.
Just say, "I am soooo Beautiful," ten times and bend over.
I trust that it would be okay, as long as I get my stipend.
I've got my scalpel and my scissors, let's rip open some tissue!
I think I should supervise this.
Now, to save me some precious autopsy time...what did all of you have for lunch?
I am ready to bend over!! I am so beautiful!! Cut me open!!!!
I ate mashed rice and key lime bread.
I ate a pastrami sandwich and 4 pickles.
I ate some metamucil and tapioca puddin'.
Bend over everyone! It is time.
What is mashed rice? It sounds gross. Do you not have any teeth?
I had sweet potato pie and garlic soup.
I had beets.
I had peppers and eggs
I had Salsicce.
I ate hob-nobs and clotted cream.
I also had a few tablespoons of hummus. Yum but kind of smelly too.
PD are you so beautiful? Are you bending?
I want blood sausage and wine
I will smear the sausage on PD. She likes it I hear. I only want to show her love.
I will smear the sausage on PD. She likes it I hear. I only want to show her love.
I have your wineskin, my master. May I bring it to you? I can give you a portion of my intestines as a stand in for the blood sausage.
ps - your beard is growing in nicely.
That is so nasty! Are you going to insert it? GROSS!
You can put sausage on me too MM. I like raw meats on me. I like trivia games also, even though I am not very good at them. I am from Idaho.
Thank you piggy. I also will need a cut to spit it out. That is my new test.
I use a rotten sausage as a sexual aid.
Can I stick you in candy land? Can I insert chess pieces? I have a cavernous heart that wishes to puncture you.
I am deliciously waiting to cut your opening MM. Bleet will tie you down and I will perform the cutting and I may have to scrape a little.
I wanna stick pins and coins into your holes. I have eyes that need pushing. Everybody is eating a box of chocolate that I can not reach. Gnar forever.
Puncture and cut is the theme of today. That and poisoning by anal invasion. I think it's fun.
MM just pull out your arm and it will walk itself over to the chocolates. The chocolates love you today. They want you to have them.
Oh thank you MM!!! I heart you!! I really, really do!
This is all very upsetting. I love and want to protect MM. He should perhaps not remove his arm. It's such a nice pale hairy scarred piece of doodle.
I had hummus with curry powder.
Okay, okay, you guys. I got it down.
I love the cuts!! But you have to stitch me up with yarn... ps. I saw a man with a big belly today. I wish I had some scizzors handy. I cut sharp blades.
I love you so much PD.
I am bending and begging.
I am snorting and shooting up.
You can have me whenever you want. Just say my name and remember to spell me correctly. I am yours.
what is inside a big belly? Why do they feel firm? What is filling them?
I love you more than ice cream and pumpkin pie, MM. I was so foolish to doubt the spicyness of our union.
Thank you scissors. Sorry to offend thee. Sincerely.
Metal objects are filling them. They get hard when their owners have filled them with furniture and kitchen utensils, see? They melt and then harden in the form of the belly. Things get blocked up that way. COnfused.
it's so hot outside my cleavage is seating milk...and i want to shave mountain mans balls, fleshy fresh flesh
PD. you are cute. Are you still in the pill box?
I am in the pill box. I am pig shaped and waiting.
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