Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Birdworks
I am digging with trowels and shovels into the dirts to make way for replicas of prehistoric birds. I want a zig-zag pile-up of stone dino-birds in witchcraft type formations. Ham Paw is helping me, he is conjuring from the clouds - they open like curtains to allow the airdropping of several stone birds (watch out!). After the correct formation is achieved, the chicken nuggets and fingers will be scattered over the birds as a sort of symbolic, cyborgian collision of old and new. We will not be allowed to eat any of these fingers/nuggets (Ham will not want to but I will have a hard time not aching for them). The we will mill about amidst the lumps and rows, wondering about the future and past simultaneously, and consecrate the event with sips from the wineskin. The true purpose of this ritual remains opaque.
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This birdwork idea cuts to my guts. Yes to birdworking, I am already halfway in the soil, ready to receive the breading and the stone. It is multi.
Dear Ham I hope you have checked your yahoos.
No Ham, we are voyaging Sat. morning instead. Early. To be in synch as they say.
Because that was the time of HP and Damian's departure. We are off to discover moon rocks.
There is nothing I like more than bird droppings sprinkled on fried meats. This is a delicacy not to be missed. Ham Paw is practising great restraint.
I wish I could voyage this weekend...but I will be stuck in the relic shack.
Yes to caravan consisting of two units of movement. Many forms of motility and discovery will happen over the course of study.
Hi PD! G'morn to you charmed serpent.
G'day MM. I am hampered by the ominousity of the sky and what-not.
I must find the road back soon people. Please have instestinal bothering fried meat buffet ready for me when I return. I must reintegrate before I disintegrate. That is all.
I miss you Krix. The blog world is bruised without you. I too have a bruising in my tract. I am succumbing to its bandwidths. The insects are crawling around and eating what I ate yesterday. It hurts.
Meats are the friend and the enemy.
my bowles await return.
Scurvy pirates were the topic of discussion yesterday. Today we discuss the search for Yeti, via children's song stylings.
YetiYetiYetiYetiYetiYetiYetiYeti.
Do the dino-birds get covered up with soil or are they just sort of laying around in holes covered with tube meats? I wish I could grow a hotdog tree.
I also wish I had a borg switch which would be activated on entering the beige. I could make love to my computer this way at my desk. It would be a worthy way to pass the time. I am filling my space bag with farts this morning. Only little sips are released bit by bit. No one is the wiser and I am thankfully left alone to romance the viewSonic.
I am not raping, I am communing in a bodily fashion, PD. Borgian in nature.
it is getting hot in here.
maybe one that I can attach to my collar? no, really it's because I've been doing the love hustle with my pc.
hey, I just posted this thing about an interactive drawing website thing that I saw on anaba. wanna draw with me?
there are many bozos on it unfortuately.
oh my. that is just retarded. retarded. this tuber one has a real mental deficit.
or spidey sense.
punish her with your mind. she is tortured already, surely. I am drawing with japanese people right now.
what? no. no. no. you are right. she is a tuber. she lives underground. in the dirt. no light. worms.
HP, there is only so much torture one can take. Please stake tuber in the heart this instant. No one should talk about light years in the workplace.
MM, I would like to propose that the bones of small children are added to the formation. Please let me know if this is acceptable.
if tuber has a heart that is. I am in doubt. Perhaps a scurvy heart.
Ham Paw that was a very amusing exchange, even if it was uncomfortable for you. I would like to see it acted out in a play or animated in a cartoon. Funny.
the dinobirdies, can i touch them? mosquitos, are they a kind of bird too? i try to bite them before they bite me, but the true purpose of this ritual remains opaque, as well.
You must rub the dinobirds, Monster. Rub rub rub, all the way to understanding.
Hey mountain man! Great post on Birdworks. I have a site about Fried Farts, do you want to trade links?
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