Sunday, June 05, 2005

Porscine Enumerations

Polyps in the form of actual events are forming in my throat. I am whitest of the white for summer, today I will sweat into a puddle of myself and leave a pale trembling jelly behind me. I am being pictured amidst an abyss that exists between two buildings. It is time for lackadaisical units to transform into ourselves for the heavy open days.

I am aware that this is vague. I have something more specific to admit, it is heinous. I do not want to hear any of Coldplay's new songs. Also, yesterday I witnessed the Max Ernst show at the Met. Although I was not really moved by any of his larger paintings, preferring the tiny ones and the collages, I left with many ideas for new relics. I need to remind myself of thin strands of lightly curling hairs, fleshy flora, chunks of flesh matter like glyphs or monoliths, and anonymous, half buried sheds and shacks. I recommend a journey to see the strangeness.

18 comments:

Sugar high said...

What is fleshy flora like? I want to see it. I think it grows out of my face.

Carla said...

That is, like, so random. Where is McFarland? He is being a bad bad boy.

McFarland said...

Dude! Carla, what are you doing? This is my scene!

krixfort said...

good morning MM. Are you high?

hammy pawlett said...

MM, The hurricane and I are meeting to duel. THere is a mini storm I see in the distance. It was born from the hurricane and is absorbing the hurricane strength. The hurricane is now therapized and apologized. I am in awe.... for now.

bob said...

Sorry, I gotta go. I have to pick up some domesticity. I am severely lacking in domesticity. I need better breeding, good breeding, inbreeding. Throws and flatware are the order of the day, maybe the week, above all other concerns. And pictures for the walls; my apartment, my domicile, my crib needs....help.

mountain man said...

No not high. Just weird. Hi Bob, that sounds great and exciting for you. Ham Paw, good luck to you. I must go bury myself in dog shit just now.

PD said...

MM, I was thinking the same thing about Coldplay. I am over them already--ENOUGH!! BASTA!!

I am melting into a puddle myself as I write this. Icky.

PD said...

Hammy, I hope you survived the hurricane. My thoughts are with you.

mountain man said...

I am so wormy PD! I need a good de-worming and de-lousing. It is so green in my head. I am not high. Krix thinks I am a druggie. It is true and yet not true. Hey Krix, please accept my apologies for the Champ/ Chump meanness. There was a lack of forethought on the part of a friend that is actually quite ok. Forgiveness may be in order.

I have the loves. I have the hates. My feet smell. That is all.

champ said...

I forgive you Krixie.

PD said...

I'm the druggie--remember? You are not a druggie, but you play one on TV.

I feel a whiff of the worm coming on too...

champ said...

Ahhhhhhhhh, come on now. Just a little rough play. I took quite a beating myself. Hopefully no harm done. If there was, I apologize, true as can be.

krixfort said...

no apologies necessary MM and Champ. I was feeling feisty when I said I was going to open up the whoop-ass can. I think it was around 3am. I must remember not to blog when I come home from hijinx.

champ said...

That's the spirit, Krixie. Nows if Glass Jaw, er, um, Cole Slaw, sorry, Ham Paw would just lighten up, it will be like a warm Mountain Stew in here again.

krixkrox said...

considering the humidity it's more like Mountain Dew.

champ said...

Drippy.

krixfort said...

slappy