Thursday, June 15, 2006

Twists






There are so many different kinds of twists. Here I am speaking not of twists and turns, but simply twisting on its own, repetitive twists that add up to an experience, whether candy, trees, a building or jubilance. There are presumptions that get in the way of the twisting - incorrect computations that defer its matched, measured bending and wrap-around action. I cannot help it, neither can you. Next time fortitude will create stripes that make infinite twisting possible, it is an experiment.
Even the stools may twist under the right kind of pressures.

41 comments:

mountain man said...

Everything is jammed up in me bum. I need a cleansing shot. Maybe thunderpal will shoot me up there to ramify the contents into more comfortable alignments.

Chew Toy of a Whore said...

I have something to admit which is that not only am I incopetent but I am in possession of gross, undiagnosed mental illness. I am a horror as well as a chew toy. What is my purpose. What should I be doing besides getting maimed by a whore's mouth. I need to figure things out. I need a map and a disguise.

Chew Toy of a Whore said...

I meant to say incompetent. Can't even type that right.

dubz said...

chew toy, try thinking hard and soft things may happen. purpose is veiled by poo if the movements are twisted. things need to straighten out! not like a choco-vanilla twist from dairy queen. the twist is just too complicated. see what i'm saying?

dubz said...

mm, can i suggest a natural cleanse i.e. a quick jab to the pooper by a palm frond? p.s. all this brown talk is like i've died and gone to heaven, just sayin.

mountain man said...

WW, it's all for you. We are matched in the methane brown out. It is a brown squall.

dubz said...

what can brown do for you is what i'm saying. it's a brown town. welcome to brownsville, u.s.a. where chocolate rivers flow freely.

mountain man said...

My favorite: Stephen Colbert calling washington DC the chocolate city with a marshmallow center and a graham cracker crust of corruption. It's a mallomar. A seasonal cookie. So good.

WW, for me, brown is my freedom, my joy. Brown is like Scientology.

John Miller said...

I think you should be taking this all more seriously.

mountain man said...

John you have no sense of brown humor. Lighten up, girl.

Thunderpal said...

I'm picking out a nice soft point bullet for you MM, you too W.W.
The soft point initiates reliable expansion, provides deeper penetration than hollow point bullets and is precisely engineered to eliminate balance-destroying voids in the hinterland.

BAM!
BAM!

dubz said...

no, mm. john is right. we are thinking of brown as fun, when really brown = work. brown = rigor.

Thunderpal said...

John, I think a traditional full metal jacket with lead core is suitable for you. Hold still this may sting a little...

mountain man said...

Thank you Thunderpal, my vision is really clearing up now and my thoughts feel crystal clear, 2 outcomes I was not expecting.

Brown = universal truths

mountain man said...

Brown = tubular minimalism

lambchop said...

brown sound= a non-lethal weapon system that uses sub-audible but high amplitude frequencies that resonate the inner organs of its target. This thoertically may stimulate the lower digestive system, causing sudden and uncontrolable defecation.

mm, i love you.

lambchop said...

please excuse my spelling errors. i got too excited.

mountain man said...

Lambchop, I love you. I am also pleasantly over-excited by the explication of new theories in technical jargon. Esp. the connections between sound waves, weaponry, and the bowels.
There is delight on Thursday mornings.

fairy butler said...

throbbing gristle. anyone? anyone?

fairy butler said...

"brown = rigor" exactly ww, exactly

dubz said...

and here i thought the bowels were controlled by the moon and tides, or martian intervention...

thunderpal, this idea of a soft bullet is somehow reminiscent of a device with which i am familiar, one that creates movement in the desired way. i await your back door knocking.

lambchop said...

today is a burnt umber, italian brown pink lake day.

please shoot me in the intestines and watch them unravel at lightning speed.

mountain man said...

I love when there is brown pink in the lake.

dubz said...

i love when the clouds and lakes reverse and things come up the throat pipes freely.

mountain man said...

I just spent 45 minutes on hold with Dept. of Homeland security. I hate them. They makea me mad. I do not exist on record as a human. But I will, mark my words.

mountain man said...

WW you are a poet. You are sunshine on the pavement with a slab of rottting meat nearby.

lambchop said...

emeralds are coming out of my throat pipes pretty freely. please call a paramedic.

lambchop said...

mm, you are Manganese Violet-Blueness all over. i wish i could touch my lips to yours without getting arrested.

mountain man said...

They would never arrest you Lambchop, you are too sweet. My manganese is mixing with your naples. We are on the palette of life.

dubz said...

mm, i am afraid in my case it would be rotting tofu nearby. otherwise, thank you for the compliment. i look forward to our eventual liplock and the chance to exclude lampchop from said activity.

dubz said...

oh maybe you didn't know i was fighting for you. if this is the first you've heard i'm sorry for the shocking news.

The Capt'n said...

I'm having an attack of affection for the cuties over here, I'm just saying.

The Capt'n said...

And it's quite a remarkable cowinkydink reading about all this twisting and brown, when just last night I was up half the night with twisted guts over awkward and clipped reunion with estranged friend, nerves & anger over another troubled friend, and kitty spraying the brown vom and poo all over the place. But somehow you guys make it sound better than I do, more mysterious, vital & sexy.

lambchop said...

w.w., i am kind of a big deal. you may want to make out with me too. in fact, i think you are sexy. maybe we can all be affectionate at the same time. but if mm chooses you exclusively over me, i am prepared to take my own life.

regards,
LC

dubz said...

ok, LC. i'm up for whatever. cap't, the skipper, whatever. just gimme luv.

peeds said...

Wait a minute lambchop et al, MM and I have a special arrangement. I cannot go into detail. I am so excited that we will reunite in a hot pan with lots of butter.

dubz said...

all bets are off peedster. hot pan = rendezvous. hot pan = barry white, a black lacquer table and a bouquet of red roses. riunite on ice.

pd said...

Capt'n, I will send over a ginger tonic to fix you up right. We can't have you fretting over things--it'll blemish your beautiful face.

Mountain Man said...

The sunshine is shining on all our digits and limbs this morning. It is fine, like a fat fish.

WW, I am sorry about my meat error. I got carried away by the rotting flesh idea. Sorry to have offended.

LC, you are a very big deal. WW being vegetarian and all and look, she is letting you into her heart too.

Capt'n, I agree with PD's sentiment (you are beauteous!!)...but of course I understand that state, having deep problems in the gut and brown region myself, as you know. Thank you for finding sexiness in our scatalogical expositions.

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