Wednesday, June 29, 2005

I Heart William Blake



What is not to love about this painting? It has a donkey, an owl, a flying crotchgoblin, and a muscular hussy.

Meanwhile, I see the evidence but am not aware of what happened to me last night. Empty bottles of moonshine. Left hand missing. Black soot on feet, teeth. Krakow yelping uncontrollably. Menacing footprints in the dirt. Perhaps hypnosis will help me reveal the events to myself.

Have a nice day.

85 comments:

Corny said...

I'll tell you whats not to love, that sceret beast hiding in the hill. It's scary!

Corny said...

But I admit I love a flying Muff. And thats a Muff if I've ever seen one.

Anonymous said...

Oh you've seen one....

sloth said...

MM, did one of the goons steal your hand? This has been known to happen. You might want to consult with PD about getting a temporary "hook" replacement.

mountain man said...

Corny, do not be afraid of the lurking beast. The large owl eyes offer protection. Crotchgoblin, fly to Corny and whisper pats into her ears.

Sloth, I will ask PD to help install hook. I have had one messengered to me in my shed. I believe there was a goon frenzy last night, I am forensically piecing it together.

krixfort said...

MM, I will use your forensic investigations for my television show "What Happened?" Did you wake up compromised? Besides the missing hand of course.

mountain man said...

I did not want to say it Krix but my member was fully lassoed and put on my lower back.

krixfort said...

HOLY SMOKES MM!! That must've hurt. You were anethetized, no?

mountain man said...

Krix it did not and does not hurt. My nerve endings have been severed by the over-consumption of the moonshine. I am sitting by myself with no left hand and a hook I cannot assemble. My member is lifting into the semi-erect state, I can feel it but not see it, it presses against my chair. I am rapturously desiring the hussies.

Gertrude said...

I am going to pay you a visit in the woods today. I will leave a pile of flowers behind your shed. I will hide behind a tree until you find me.

mountain man said...

I am not yet ready for hide and seek Gertrude.

ham paw said...

MM, the hook is within us all. One must visualize the sharpening edge and it will emerge.

Blue Sock Of Mourning said...

Fog, clouds, sad, purple, sick smell, underlying beast wilderness, intractable spitballs in hair, smears on pink walls, less ideas, more shaking, insults refine antennae, personality in head format, grooves and indentations, pin pricks to remind you to go back further under the bed, near the wall in the corner and get sucked away.

ham paw said...

The hook must not be forced there is a slow growing texture within the skins finer tissues, much like the vaginal wall. The consistency is made for rubbing and for new growth. Still the mind and the hook will begin to grow.

ham paw said...

Blue sock, how can we help you? you should not be so swayed by others. know your beauty and the delight of your colorful knitted skin

sloth said...

Lovely, Ham Paw. Lovely Ham Paw.

mountain man said...

The mind grows in the shape of a hook? Are there nets in the kidneys? How does disease get filtered? There are too many ways to increase personal violation, to many knife-point cuts to evaluate. I am looking for neutral states through pain management. I am wanting to cut and be cut.

mountain man said...

Ham Paw, the disease is a form of over-swaying, you are right. There is an over-absorption, a feeling of lack, it is shameful. Always shameful.

ham paw said...

This growth requires no punctures. It is a soft emotion, a tenderness and a feeling of warmth. Cutting is deceptive. There is no real release, only more opening to mildews and eels. Growth is renewal. Fear not the hook, it is a life force.

Anonymous said...

I am an open dark spiral. I am a swirling morass of need and empathy. I am here and gone and always around. I am me. Nothing.

Blue Sock Of Mourning said...

Tenderness remains out of reach without the assistance of numbing devices. Ham Paw is very sensitive.

ham paw said...

Shame is unneccesary. Hide beneath your beautiful hairs until the swaying ceases. Your hook and fingers are your exit from these torments.

mountain man said...

Dark Spiral is welcome. Empathy and need make the most lovely coupling. The cuts are interspersed between them, they make way for rot, but also, alertness.

Sushi Blameful said...

Much sun in dark image. Many lucky friends and fiends give you. Open better inside. The forest of mind is tangled. The forest of heart is ajar.

ham paw said...

Blue sock, what happens if you hide inside yourself. the sock has the unique ability of coiling into a ball. I suggest this gesture. Not unlike the U-shape of yesteryear. Protective. This is my future posture for the rest of my day. my cube is a bulwark, your sock is your castle wall!!

Blue Sock Of Mourning said...

Empty head is understood as the first step. The hooks and fingers weave strands of dread and culmination into knotted textural bunching. It is uncloaked. There is firm ground on the forest floor, hallucinogenic elixirs to absorb, ways of forgetting.

Anonymous said...

Yes MM Alertness, the fourth "A", a prized possesion, an uncommon attribute, a binding force of nature, like the rope on ships, or sap in hair.

mountain man said...

Sushi, ajar heart-forest makes room for soothing comic interlopers, tangled mind-forest makes for spelling and iterations on the paper and in the ether. I love Sushi.

mountain man said...

Rope ships and sap hair are soothing like feathers on flesh. It is mixed up but understood.

ham paw said...

safe passage now by bus and cube to the cold chilly land of sirs and screeching orderlies. Revenge is unnecessar;y for these end of days. Instead I am the fortress, I am the balled sock and my own pleasure center. The sir strife will be muffled.

GAS said...

Sticky.

mountain man said...

Good luck Ham Paw. Your hairs are your protection, your words and wicked spiralling thought-monkeys. You are lovely and special.

mountain man said...

Hi Gas. It is also oily in places.

ham paw said...

Yes, MM, gird thyself from the torrentials. these are the end times and one must be watchful. wait and watch as the hook grows into a flower.

Britta said...

Can Gas make smelly rainbows in the asphalt?

Anonymous said...

Amassing word frenzy. Mental illness reigns.

GAS said...

Open.

mountain man said...

Sushi Blameful, I am singing your name to myself all day.

mountain man said...

Open to knockabouts.

Meredith said...

Hi.

Sushi Blameful said...

Many better song, "Openness" Mountain. Gas knows, Gas is much lucky. How meet this mist? How find ethereal? Sun inside, sing, "Openness"

mountain man said...

Ok Sushi, whatever you say I will do. Your advice is many high.

Torrential said...

Go into the forest and channel something from the movements of the leaves.

GAS said...

Swamped.

Anonymous said...

The frenetic binary code of leaves in the wind. the light dark on off spasms of foliage tell us everything, they write all text and think all thoughts. Squint and wonder how we can be that free.....

Anonymous said...

Flickers.

fairy butler said...

The crotchgoblin has nested on my cube. It is whispering limericks to the pewter wizard. He sounds scottish.

Anonymous said...

FB you rarely dance in the woods these days.

punch said...

I am scratchy.

Judy said...

I like Scotch.

ranchor said...

yes i love a good twist with the scitch. does MM need an eye patch?

PD said...

I've got an eye patch for you MM.
Geez--eyes are on me today at the beige...ugh. Sneaking in some blogging....

Pd said...

I can also get you new hooks...whatever you need.

ranchor said...

i still have my old jewel incrusted crotch flap for sale

mountain man said...

dearest pd, mm needs both eyepatch and hook. needs you to help put them on. mm wants to poke your new look with hook-fingers. he wants to tousle the hair of your new beaux. lick his cheeks.

ham paw said...

Beware of the quick remedy, pd and MM. The hook will grow. There is waiting and stillness required. The fastened hook causes infection

PD said...

I will surgically implant the hook. No infection will take place.
Reigart wants some licking MM.

ham paw said...

have you ever heard of the toad tongue? It is a new cure for the common head shaking

Dirk the Feeble said...

Whack . . .

Dark Spiral said...

The house of menace has turned from the house of glory into ash and silt. I am consumption incarnate and turning you all into minus all pluses. Consider it a reprisal for nothing.

mountain man said...

Encrypt self in wood and shamble-shacks. Succumb.

Anonymous said...

Tapeworms go fffftttt.

Anonymous said...

Tapeworms are attracted to lemon cookies.

balzac said...

whack back jacob. go eat some bacon

ham paw said...

There is a transient pressure in the atmosphere. one's waist is at risk of puncure due to the rain.

postmoderndebunker said...

I look forward to the waist-puncture. It may make it a little less rotund.

Anonymous said...

Where is the Jesus Juice in this photo?

smashed said...

i snuck out of my dungeon after slapping the bitch next to me and drank a double stoli on the rocks, oh fuck i think someone may smell it

Caught said...

Try garlic, it covers up the vodka smell, makes people want to run away from you.

bob said...

I just tied my wench receptionist to the water cooler. She's a typist really, because she doesn't receive anything including meaning. I am going to leave her there until tea time whilst partners dribble on her fat notebooks. Does this make me sadistic?

Horst said...

No Bob, it does not.

lament said...

make sure you tie her up really TIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!

Horst said...

Why are her notebooks so swollen? Is it due to overstuffing or infection? What makes her so naughty? She sounds like she could be fun and games, once bound and muffled. Punch her in the kidney, give her pretty things to smell, but don't let her move for one second.

wala said...

dejavu amnesia! eternal spotless of the moonshine mind thing. the crotchgoblin, i want to pet it.

Anonymous said...

monster nut,
yous da freak we need.
where's yer lilly pad, you sick frog?
I want to catch flies with you.

Crotchgoblin said...

I want to pet you too monster spank. I want to rub you.

Anonymous said...

Back in your cage Crotchity...you said you would stay there....liar.

Corduroy Heart said...

I am waiting in the closet for the rightness to hit me, the smoothness to come on my grey-green lines. I am learning about moths and the chewing action. It is time to study.

Anonymous said...

Boo action. Boo haunting. Lovely wishfulness and sorrowful wanting. Happy-sad feelings.

fairy butler said...

we are awaiting your report mountain man.... ham paw!

sloth said...

Yes! Yes! The happy-sad is exactly it! All the time with the happy-sad.

postmoderndebunker said...

Still waiting....

Anonymous said...

I am deeply caught in a net. It takes time to untangle.

krixfort said...

HP, have you begun to joust yet?

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