Friday, July 01, 2005
the formula
Here is the formulation. The temperature of the half brain should be above normal, That is considerably hotter than the temperature of the anus and the intestinal passage. The artworks are conceived in both parts with the brain as the conductor and the anus as the brush. Here are the moments of grandeur. There is a figurative cape and wand. This is a temporary art state, which is traded in for panic in the making which is then traded for listlessness. The relic is best when beyond reach, not falling into repetitive pile. The common pile is biggest. Listlessness is here and the intestine is cold.
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Hi Ham. The listlessness is phase 1. Please be patient and await the meditative qualities of phase 2, they are coming for you, as you deserve them greatly. Let's all intuit Happy Birthday measures for PD. Waves of gumdrop energy through the ether for her and her tail.
There is no common pile near Ham. Ham only has uncommon pile, not to be confused with piles which are painful, which I hope Ham does not have.
Ass Art, like ala Keith Boadwee?
HP maybe you need a doggie rumble to remember your powers.
Ass Art may be part of the equation, anonymous, but perhaps less directly than Mr. Boadwee. The ass is part of the origin myth but not part of the result in terms of brown-outs. I am unsure.
HP cold intestines are good with rice crackers, maybe unravel yours out your tum and eat them just for a change of pace. I'm just saying.
Good luck HP with your relic-making.
thanks for your B-day wishes MM and HP! I am presently trying to chase away another migraine that began last night. But I think it is going....
I am going to enjoy the pleasures of fine dining throughout the day...without a thought to the intestines or anus. I will pay later.
Pre-birthday migraine no fair! I will send my butler to keep any others at bay today. He will also bring a large basket of edible flowers for you PD on your birthday!!! They are multi-flavored; onion, peach blossom, corn, licorice, mint, soybean, turkey, etc.
My panicked relics are all falling into the repetitive, common pile as of late. Therefore I destroy. It is best for all of humanity this way.
Cake is needed post haste
PD, can we dedicate a desert item as offering for your birthday at the tent jamboree on Monday? Happy Birthday PD and USA?
Happy B-DAY PD-DAY!
PD I am baking you a fancy cake made of ones and zeros and butter cream frosting. I hope you are not lactose intolerant.
PD eat all day with no fuss or muss, this is the way of the birth canals. We should most definitely dedicate cake to PD on Monday. Excellent ideations. Ham and Fairy, your makings are sure to look better to you later, this is also the way of the fruity birth canals. It is time to be born in superpower form. Hi Krix. Turkey flavored gumdrops to you today.
You guys are swell. Thanks FB!! The turkey flavored blossoms are my fava-flave. (speaking of flava-flave...how is fabeebles?) Thanks for the Krix-Kake! I will hold you to the Zeppelin tune you promised.
I am relaxing to the sounds of Fleetwood Mac right now.
Dark now, no sun. Inside moon reflects luck. One. Only. Waiting mind.
Mountain Man, I want you to know I am working on a plan to rid my blog of the mean people. As of now my first blog won't accept comments from anyone but soon I will find a way to better my blog and get rid of the evil. I will find a way to defeat the evil people who attack me and others on my blog.
I will find a legal way or I will just leave my A.J Speaks Out Blog behind as a decoy and will use one of my other two blogs. I don't want to lose you as a friend Mountain Man, and if we stay strong We will defeat those who would attack the innocent.
Mountain Man, and any other person who wants to contact me please e-mail me use actoraj@actoraj.com
Mountain Man, please send me an e-mail so that I know you have read this comment.
Dear Troll,
I have not heard from you for awhile so I thought I would write. I am living in limbo and have not been able to come out and play. My Twister mat is torn and faded. My cribbage board is covered in dust. I have discovered every way possible to cheat at solitaire. I hope you are well. I miss you and I want to play monopoly.
Love,
Goblin
P.S. send me an email if you read this comment.
Hi MM & HP! It is glorious singing skies today. Relic shack awaits. No human contact today. I am done puking now.
Dear Goblin,
What a relief to hear from you. I have been troglodytish, hiding in my cave near the stump by the dead tree behind the bog in the woods. It is tres lonely there, although very beautiful. I am staring longingly at my stack of games and wanting very much to resume play. Please meet me by the shed and we will tromp deep into the woods to resume important playtime range-energies. I am half a troll if I do not play.
Lovingly,
Troll
Play is very important. Say "Yes" to play.
the decision is that i am leaving and not coming back. i am disappearing into the woods and ether and merging with moss. i cannot bear another second of the shitsmear. it is final, like the fly on the windscreen. motherfucker.
I am leaving too. I will hold your hand during the slow descent to the stinking underslabs. I am desperate to leave and want the mixed up end times to begin now.
i would like to come too. i will leap off the precipice with a juice carton attached to my lips. i like juice.
I am angry to not be connected to the hose of reality, the hose I need to fill myself with sustenance. I am dying in the porpoise of negation. My hose is escaping even though it is a hose that states its loyalty to my sustenance initation problems. I still cannot believe the loyalty of this hose, no matter what this hose states. The problem is mine, not the hose's and I apologize, hose. Hose. You are too much for me not to have you wrapped around my torso and feeding me micro-enhanced waterstuffs. I succumb to the dirts and brownings. It seems as if you have gone limp in my accidental absence, although I know you are probably still a very green, very healthy new hose. Sadness.
Hose may or may not want your encroachments. Hose may. Hose probably does. But hose may also have its own hose responsibilities and hose nepotisms and hose ideations that require hose to part ways with your lawn of tinkling needs. Good luck to you Someone. You sound thirsty. Hose offers drinks and wetness. Please ask properly for what you need. Maybe slowly unwind hose and turn nozzle. Maybe that is all that hose requires, all that hose wants from you.
Someone. Listen. You are an idiot. I have offered my hose qualities to you over and over. I cannot do any more than that. I must go play with my other hose friends and nozzles. I must retract and find favorites in the grasses. You are a pint of juvenalia. Please slumber for several years and by osmosis receive the decisive wisdom you need to continue living. You are a twit.
The hose of reality is back in alignment. MM you were right, the nozzle just needed jiggling. The hose is pumping its hosestuffs onto the grasses now. All is right. I am a twit but maybe less than I was yesterday.
Much cycles, many suns. Inside strong if heard listening. Wall self with flowers, okay, like stone and many grasses. Wet knowledge converted blameless. Mountain develop grand.
I hate yelping dogs who yap at my shoes and pee on them. I want them to drown in the deep waters that they have deepened themselves with their annoying pants and scruffy furballs. I am off on a raft trip that does not concern any dogs. It will be a solo trip with diseases and starvation maybe. This is as I want it.
Ok , that God is giving you the ok sign is for sure. Hot peppers on lips. Night.
Troll. I am ready to meet you by the shed. I am bringing an arsenal of games for maximum fun.
xoxoxo
I have some great games. How about "Blind Man's Bluff."
How about "Bind Women's Stuff?"
Randy, funny! Very tip-top shape funny. It is morning on the day of the explosions and bang bangs. I am feeling myself curdle already and it's not even 8. I am on an anti-curdle mission today. A war is being waged in my middle, the cowboys vs. the indians. See you later.
Have a nice cup of dark roast with frothy cream and make it the french and indians vs the cowboys.
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