Saturday, August 06, 2005
Escaping Facts
This is the false wall of escape. Many colored handles for balance-keeping but no point of entry or exit except from above. For this you need rope. Knowing rope and which way to knot are the first steps to escaping any situation, be it bad or very very good. I am in a trance of rope-knowing, I have held it and, eyes closed, blindly studied its twisting rough ways with fingertip sensors. There are only certain fleeting windows of opportunity, times to escape where the ropes may assist. Danger may be below or above, depending on the day. It is tremorous and I am making a pilgrimage to enlarged chest cavities and falling red suns. The light is failing, palm sweat prevents tight grip. There is colorless gas all around, a pleasant not-too-sweet smell, a neutral green smell; I am uniforming myself to gird against the winds and waves. I will receive many scrapes and bruises on puckered yellow flesh pockets, but the vapors will come to soothe and prevent scarring.
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I bet with a rocket blaster you could explode this place into shards of shit and everything will disappear. You will get the escape you want and nothing will be left but the burn burns. Blast is the only way.
Blaster Squad, your methods seem extreme to me.
Krix, I am extreme, yes. Would you like to cuddle? I promise not to hurt you IN ANY WAY.
MM, Sloth would like to sample the candy pimples in this cave. They are edible, yes?
Blaster Squad, please don't hurt Krix. Cuddling is fine, but leave your turgid rocket blaster at home. If Krix is harmed IN ANY WAY, you can expect retribution to rain down on your sorry head.
Sloth, these pimples are not edible, beware beware. Good guess though. Yes they stretch, yes the support weight but no do not eat them or curdling will occur. You are very trusting of the lumpen protrusions.
Did you know that sometimes I think I used to be then I think I never was and now I know I am not so whether I was or wasn't doesn't matter. This person I know of is dead now.
my eyes are transfixed on my neighbor's navel.
before, to become one with the false wall of escape was of sweaty regularity, regardless of how tight the ropes made the section below the bellybutton not something pleasant to look at. although i did not use the extreme measures of blaster squad. that foray into indoor hardship i have made a thing of the past.
Blaster Squad, thank you for your offer but I am self actualized now and you sound like you are barely at the level of social acceptance. I have been reading self help books and I am practicing cosmic consciousness. I am tapping into the human condition.
Most blameless vapor talk inside. Close ear whisper. Breathy confidence like bright sun. Many rope problems unravel much luck. Mountaineering Man.
Hi MM! Are you spelunking in the forest? Have you located the enlarged chest cavity? Are you using the ropes in the prescribed mechanations? The beige machine disrupted this morning so I am unable to accomplish my solitary tasks. I have been given a key.
A temporary device upon which to waste the beige time. I have no softwares or recipe files, just uselessness. But at least I am away from the fraternity party staying at my home. It is terrible. Terrible.
FB! fraternity party?? sounds alarming - explain.
yikes FB. Has your house been co-opted?
I just posted a lengthy explanation. I will need to delete it very shortly so go read in next hour.
i was fearful and deleted. I have it saved as draft and can republish later if anyone wants to read.
email it to me and then you do not have to worry about the posting. You have piqued my curiosity.
I say hi to all from my perch atop the diaper bin. I refuse to do as I'm told. I am rocking and bashing my head against the wall. It doesn't hurt; I am high on milk.
Manbaby, I need a date for the Sadie Hawkins dance. Are you available? You sound like my type.
Krix, I am your date. Consider it done. Do you need a corsage of baby rattles? A teething ring? What do you want as an offering. In exchange I will want to be changed at least once.
yo, yo, yo, yo babes--what is going on? I am gettin' busy here. What a glorious day.
dear manbaby and spittle lips,
would you be interested in participating in an "adult" baby einstein video? I am filming this saturday with lady two-teeth and the shaker and we've got some extra jars of meat left to share. the blankeys are soft and the alphabet cubes are pliable but firm.
i assume you are hot.
Yez, very interested. Yeah, awright!
I am very very hot. Especially inside my sleeper suit on a summer day. Sweatbox in there. I would love to participate, although I don't follow rules very well.
Manbaby, I am looking for a matching sleeper suit with plastic feet to wear to the dance.
I will bring my portable diaper genie.
Actually a corsage of baby wipes would be great. Multi-functional.
Oh honey! Mind if I tag along? I have wipes, and I can also supply some caustic solutions.
Manbaby, I found some sleeper PJs.
http://www.kozykomfy.com/store/customer/product.php?productid=16241&cat=248&page=1
I would like the knee pads option and the collar/cuffs option. Is that acceptable?
i really truly own red fleece footed pjs. I am not a fetishist I just thought they would be entertaining to wear and warm. I call it my baby suit. But the baby suit feet were too small so I had to cut out the toes. I am a truly hideous sight in them. I love that.
And I can dump major load in them cause there is all kinds of room in there.
Ask Arthur.
FB, between your sleepy suit and your nudey suit, I have a whole new appreciation of you. You are marvelous, an oasis in the soggy plain of consciousness. I heart.
that is sweet FB! I want to be a baby too.
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