Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Children of the Morning






My charming children whom I birthed in the night, fully formed, with moveable parts and chill demeanors, these are them and they are speaking to me now. Murmuring to their warped Da Da nonsense of the most spiritual type. I am ecstatic, in a frenzy, wanting a lawn to girate on. I am lifted up on the wings of desire, the wings of love, the wings of hate, the wings of hope for the future. You know what I mean. I am a hooker in the most sarcastic artificial sense. There is a feeling of sha-zam when I look at my beautiful new children. Let's hope they last until tomorrow, until there's nothing left for them to give me.

I must go now, deletion is prowling on the periphery of today, a threat of no more me, but this is as usual. This is as you know.

I predict my haunches to moisten at some point today. I will report back.

35 comments:

Mountain Man said...

My eyes have a pop out of the socket sensation today. A boing boing sensation.

sloth said...
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sloth said...

MM, your children are exquisite, but they desperately need to be milked. You will arrange for this?

Mountain Man said...

Help me Sloth. Help me milk these delicious children.

Anonymous said...

I am thinking they would like to play a game of twister.

Anonymous said...

Yes they would like to. I can tell by their units.

Mountain Man said...

My ears feel silky this morning, like a cat's ears. My only real thoughts are:

1. ugh
2. ruh roh

Anonymous said...

I looking for someone to rumble-tumble with. Nightmare bruises, punching from all sides. Violence on the head and neck.

fairy butler said...

i want to punch somebody in the kneecap.

sloth said...

Somebody in particular, FB, or just anyone?

fairy butler said...

just anyone. i am in need of some bone on bone plate action today. i want to hit low down with a large arcing swing - full rotation of arm in socket.

fairy butler said...

maybe someone on the subway today.

Anonymous said...

I have someone lined up for you, FB. I will sit on the sidelines and clap.

Anonymous said...

MM! Congrats on the kiddies. Corrupt them--please.

Anonymous said...

Hey MM! watch out for the porcelain kids. They walk at night

Anonymous said...

Angry at the things in general that irritate the things in particular. Leave me alone....right??

Anonymous said...

Thinking about indentations and swellings, pustular bumps. It is fun. I am hankering for an unnecessary surgery in a place that is hard to reach with your hands.

Anonymous said...

I tried to focus today, it seemed like little was accomplished, I am overstimulated these days, with many new tasks on the mind. Much of them involve the peopled spaces, which is harrowing to MM, but he is trying trying to overcome the shyness, the legible instability, the shakes.

Anonymous said...

the top doll picture is strange and lovely. cheers.

Anonymous said...

you cannot avoid me. I am always with you.

Anonymous said...

Hi MM. I've been away for awhile but I am around now.

Anonymous said...

I am going to steal these children.

Anonymous said...

Brigand of doom, you sound interesting. Would you like to join my gang of scoundrels?

Anonymous said...

The chickens are mine. All the chix fingers are mine! MINE! i have my own finger machine.

Anonymous said...

hmmm. A finger machine sounds promising. does it make fingers or does it destroy them?

Anonymous said...

Are we talking chicken finger rapes?

Anonymous said...

the finger machine grinds it down to the pulp and reforms any kind of meat or bone part. hence, the chickens or children are game. I WILL HAVE SO MANY CHIX FINGERS!!!! HA HA HA HA!!!! Now for the sauce. A vat of hot honey mustard with real mustard seed.

Anonymous said...

side project: a new circus game, "bobbing for pancakes," will be made manifest along the side of the road near my hq. deep down in the heated tank of maple syrup lies the golden dough balls. if you can secure one without burning off too much dermis i will free either 1 child/3 chix, or i will give you a bucket of fingers. you must successfully bob for at least 2 pancakes. i suggest the protection of a full beard. no unnatural protections. no goggles.

Anonymous said...

crux, i am NOT responsible for whatever you do with your bucket of fingers. rape if you must. plug the dike. gnaw.

Anonymous said...

Finger machine is set to 11.
Status: ON! Status: Full on finger factor.

Anonymous said...

I am fearful of full frontal finger factor.

Anonymous said...

where is the cocaine?

Anonymous said...

Who said anything 'bout a dike? I don't wanna perpetrate the rapes unless absolutely necessary.

Anonymous said...

The chickens are manifesting in the charm of my bumhole.

Anonymous said...

Crux, I am wanting to teach you the twirling ways. Please come over to my house immediately and we will don sweatbands and unfurl our desires upon our feet that jog in place.