Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I am a Zoo
There are many animals in my head and gut that tremble in the rains and create manure for the gardens of the future. We are all zooming around the pens together, mating and defecating, licking the furs or feathers, pecking, gnawing and blowing bubbles, depending on whatever. Sometimes the pens are watery, sometimes sandy, sometimes in possession of lovely fake rock piles made of papier mache. The penguins have turned their backs to the visitors, it is fun to ignore them, especially while they are licking sweets and crunching salties. I better get back to my zoo.
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the time is right for soot applications and penetrations. rickety i step through the muck searching for the bongos. where is my coursage, my bonnet, my dumbbells? is this a silly silo?
Flamingo I have your dumbbells, I am waiting for you past the silly silo, in the pasture of tomorrow. I am bent over myself, gripping my ankles, waiting for you to do what you will with soot or otherwise.
The zoo cannot contain the wanton starving sexual traits of all animals. The zoo is limited in its corruption of minor species. Please attack each other with lemon zingers. Bite.
Listen you are all getting out of control. More connection with solids on the ground is in order. Take the wormy dirts in your pale fists and squeeze until the squigglers burst. This should fix your inner piping, cause you to be more ethereal and less physical.
I lost my packet of lemon zinger. I cannot bite due to complete tooth removal in the night by bandits. This desire to be my own zoo is unrealistic - the desire is there, but the reality fails as usual, under the pseudo-romantic tent that falls in the wind.
hi ether friends! i am back at beige already eating a big bag of smarties and trying to stay out of the muck.
mm, do not doubt your zoo of the mind. i believe. i will be joining you there this aft for a nice soot plumb after a sasparilla at ned's.
Farmer mm, your menagarie is disturbing my slumber in the mud puddle. Please keep your beasts from trampling me. I am buried there but come up for air occasionally, see the commotion and slip back into the muddy abyss. Maybe this mud puddle will dry up tomorrow and I will crawl out of it a new. In what direction is the field of wheat?
BABY PANDA!!
where is Lion King? Is he in your zoo? the urge to bite flesh is overwhelming.
I have a zoo in my head too and it is full of frisky pandas! I need to add other animals, like maybe a lama or two. You got any?
mm, I am innerested in moving into your left bum-cheek... I hear it has a nice habitat. would this be okay?
i am a zoo too. Mostly bears
Aren't you a Noah's Ark, Hams?
FB, I am so glad you are back. Regi it is warm in the mud, from what I have heard. I will try to protect you instead of disturb you. Slothers and Mardy Bum, come live in my bum. It is roomy. Hams you are my chocolate mint popsicle pie. Capt'n. Pandas. Let's swarm the pandas with kisses and pats. Let's kill the police officers if they try to stop us. F them. Lion King is at the po po - he was detained due to the knives.
I'm a bum within a bum. Bum squared.
square bums are the way of the future. greater stability, superior performance.
Dear MM:
While square bums might be the way of the furture - witness the square wartermelons sold at a premium to an amused public, just think of all those sharp corners!!!Ouch!! My poor hips..
i would also like to creep into the bum, if that is ok.
Sure W.W., there is room for all.
shout out to pd/deli-slicer!! check out heartasarena.blogspot.com
Woohoo Rosie!! Thanks HAA for pointing out the unstoppable greatness of our lovely lass. I didn't want to say it over there but I am thinking your dance moves may have something to do with why you are such a kick ass painter. Just saying.
Hi USB!!!! Careful of those hips!!
Thanks to yous, MM and FB and HAA. I am honored. I think you are right about the moves, yo.
It's all about movement.
Infect us with more movement PD. Tremble our fragile heads with roboto spaz-outs. You are the queen of this era.
I am working on new spaz-out moves--watch out! You may get injured.
Three cheers for PD! Thanks for the heads-up, FB.
MM, you are brilliant for seeing the connexion between the dance moves & the paint moves. Spaz on canvas is the medium for the new millenium...
I have just wrapped myself in canvas. I am wiggling with spastic energy!
congrats pd! you are multi-talented. your synthesis of the organic and technological genres is mind-boggling. queen of the gesture... hooray for pd!
A new development is accruing which is the profound loss of faculties due to jet-propelled retardation due to accidental chronic drowning. Also my bumhole has gone AWOL.
my colleague confessed that he wants to kill someone. should i tell? he also jumped on top of a moving taxi and threw a couple punches.
WW, I am devising new movements for four hands to go with your brush for four hands.
Frogs, you are worrying me now.
PD! Beautiful paintings! many congratulations to you.
4-hands = brushy wonder + dance steps
but what about my colleague? isn't anyone concerned? i wasn't kidding.
Oh wenders, I thought you were kidding. That's the price of our black humor ways. Can you get him to see someone? Do you know his family? That's really a tough one.
no, i don't know anything about him. i am afraid. if you don't hear from me for a while, please send out the dogs.
Frogs, you are a precious thing. I just had to say.
Dear Frogs,
Word on the street is you're thinking of harming the man that gave you your big break. MM. I wouldn't try it. It is too dangerous now. It is not safe.
Lately I am having problems with expression. It is due to a shortage of gumption. I am taking skittles as a remedy. There are envelopes all around. It is night, it is pointful.
I finally saw the after party photos on Log World. insane, you are all so hot, like borderline evil hot, like reach down between my legs hot. what fun
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