Continuation of yesterday's jaunty theme. By William Blake. Picturing doom is the style of the morning, after unfortunate mishaps and eruptions of the night. It is not baleful, it is dynamic, as the possibilities for transformation exist. My advice to you: stop eating the meats at a certain point. They do you no good. The alarm bell of beeps is sounding in my inner ear. The ground is coming up from underneath. Consider that I am trying to smile.
Good luck.
ReplyDeleteWhilst Hummus may do the same, and the shellfish are quagmirious, yes it is true that the meats do the most violent eruptions cause. Smile through it all, greeet the morning with three e's, and click the clacker off the inner bell.
ReplyDeleteAs does Curry popcorn.
ReplyDeleteMM: Did it work? Was I in your dream serving Philly Cheesesteaks last night and saying: "Say wot, wot"? Is that why you are cutting back on the meat?
ReplyDeleteI want to cuts back the meat too. Does that have to include human flesh?
ReplyDeleteMan I love that Billy Blake. seeign this image first thing in the AM is helpful for setting the days tone. MM your top drawer.
ReplyDeleteMM, thank you for the beautiful Blake!!! Every inch of it is stunning... love the sky-feathers.
ReplyDeleteYou're so right about meats - best to stick to the traditional sloth-diet of leaves and the occasional grub. However there is sometimes an irresistable urge to tear into something's flesh.
Meats do not include human flesh, Corny, Sloth, you are still free to cannibalize. Watch your intake of the succulent stuff from under the arm, though. It's rough on the way out.
ReplyDeletePD, you got my top drawer. You got it.
Today I gotst the shakes like an epileptic. Why? Meats? Oddity in the tum? A small troll inside? Bad dreams? PD I did not see you in my dreams. A cheesesteak would have been welcome.
come hither, smash your good night's sleep on my fleshy rocks!
ReplyDeletehave you had caffeine, MM? Enough? Too much?
ReplyDeleteI have had a single cup, neither too much nor not enough. Curious.
ReplyDeleteyour pringles must be shuffled... perhaps a nap?
ReplyDeleteis it because of the wizards mm? the wizards that cometh? it is today, yes?
ReplyDeletei am gnawing on a blooding goat stump this morn. i am wearing a trash bag. facilities has sent an email complaining about the smell in my cube. WHATEVER.
so i want to crap my drawers, so what? that's why i've got on the garbage bag. Christ. why can't they leave me alone?
ReplyDeletenoodles!
ReplyDeleteYes FB. Tis the wizard that shakes me. I will not give in. I will still myself.
ReplyDelete("noodles" is now my code word for "lol")
ReplyDeleteMM, sushi cast her calm spell; all will be fine.
ReplyDeleteMM! You will shine like a flower in the sun. a diamond on jupiter you are. I am 100% convinced this visit will bring goodness. Please report back! I am sending the force. i will withhold my pooping in anticipation of your wizard dance. starting now.
ReplyDeleteMore hot wizard action!
ReplyDeletesloth, the noodle imagery is constantly in front of my eyes. the noodles are like campbell's noodles. the nose is spider-veined and bulbous with oily boils.
ReplyDelete(not your lovely sloth nose, of course.)
ReplyDeleteDelicious Fairy. And very calming. Thank you for the vein encrusted nasal imagery. We are one in the nose of the lord.
ReplyDeleteHi MM, everybody!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful image. no shaking from wizards.
Your relics shine and are singular. may they be protected from the dark forces.
Space shield activated.
PD, I am finding that if you chew raw pasta dough instead of the soup you can make your own spaghetti... I wish Julia Child was alive to try this one. She would be up for it.
ReplyDeletesloth, are you making the spaghetti for yourself to enjoy in your own mouth or is there a semi-regurgitation process? do you chew it into the spaghettis and spit back out onto the place, THEN cover with sauce and bile juices, heat and serve? i am just wondering? What kind of pasta does expulsion through the nasal cavities make? not those tiny ear shaped pastas. maybe booger pasta? with cream sauce?
ReplyDeleteMountain, direct speak and open, no sun unless. With precisely request must truthful answer. Blameless honesty and all luck is yours. You shine inside, now look they must.
ReplyDeleteSushi, you sound like Yoda.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous, you sound like a dick, Sushi should blame you.
ReplyDeleteDearest Mountain Man,
ReplyDeletemay all the good luck and cheer of the world smother you with coal-blackened kisses. You are magnificent!
I'm not sure who that chimney86 chap is but I was going to wish you the same Mountain Man. A sooty good luck kiss is on the wind and headed for you.
ReplyDeleteThanks and ether kisses back to you. The air is stale in my shack just now, the visitation imminent. Chicken Liver is in the forefront of my mind. I am gagging it up for fun.
ReplyDeletei lost my words...i am a suck.
ReplyDeleteHi fellow nuggets. Did you know or did you not know that it's time to die? I have to finish my homework first. I am a buddy of everything.
ReplyDeleteginger ale and crakers, MM, to simmer it down. Ultimately, parasite purge? The alien wants OUT. Blake trips me out. I admit I don't quite get him.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to explain why I think Blake is so great. Awkward, visionary, intense, muscular, symbolic, big ideas, strange format, kind of wrong - all of my favorite things in one. I am working on a little powerpoint presentation for my drawing class right now. My brain should be in better shape. Maybe untangle some of the knots first, stretch them out. Then I will be able to speak properly.
ReplyDeleteMountain, much sun in Shibari. Many luck of self exist inside this format. Constrict, exhale with mind, clear. Knots bring wish.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, makes a lot of sense, the way you put it. I'll take another look with fresh, reinspired eyes.
ReplyDeleteWell Sushi I never. I didn't realize you were into that type of thing. I thought you more celestial, less body-oriented. Huh.
ReplyDeleteIt's so weird, my knees smell like soup.
ReplyDeleteDirk most tangle brings clear. Many knots need tying. Stars inside; the body is sun.
ReplyDeleteStars inside. I believe you are right Sushi. Knots on the inside too. Limbs are also for tangling, as are guts. Brains. Digits. Hair. Whatever. Tangle it all up and make a mash, serve it lukewarm under healing fluorescent light, the healing drop ceiling. Office type situation. There is a banter between inside and out, a freshness, a clefting, a twaining, see?
ReplyDeleteI also love Blake, he is curious. MM, why do you call yourself MM?
ReplyDeleteBecause he is yummy.
ReplyDeleteAlso, Blake = energy at the joints, always in motion = good.
Blake was an excellent hater. Have you read his comments on Reynolds, Gainsborough, Rosa, and Rubens?
ReplyDeleteMartin, I have and I love them. They are in the Grove book, correct? I think Blake is a total genius.
ReplyDeleteThere is something so fabulous about reading about someone's inner aversions and passionate hatreds. Especially him. He is so emotional. Love.
ReplyDeleteMM, Good luck to you with the wizards, you are an orb of light, brilliant like the sun and will blind them with beauty and impress them with your skilz. A wise old wizard once told me to be as rude as possible when meeting other wizards, they like that sort of gamesmanship. Depressing or liberating? Hearts MM
ReplyDeleteDear Corny, thanks for your kind wishes and thoughts. Unfortunately it is not in MM's nature to be rude in this way that you mention. MM likes to be friendly, as much as he likes to punch you in the kidney. It's complicated, see? But this is good advice you are sharing. Next time I will use it more forcefully. Love and hate are in the air, both at the same time, and it is a powerful steamy soup of flailing behavior.
ReplyDeleteOh no. The suits are ganging up. they need attention and want me to sit closer to their stink. I am retching.
ReplyDeleteThat horse of Blake's is making me wild with desire. It's torque is insane. I love it.
ReplyDeleteGhost horse is kind to me in my waning years, I can never repay him.
ReplyDeleteI am cutting, cutting, cutting.
ReplyDeleteNiman ranch bacon and Dine's pork sausage to you.
ReplyDeletetried to add a comment to your blog earlier but the internets ate it. Trying again. This is only a test.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.harwich.edu/depts/history/besciak/napoleon.jpg
ReplyDeletei am croning my bush whore and crowning my bile talk. Sickness and lies are my the only way to fist fuck.
ReplyDeleteRip, I love you. We should hang out. I want to bushwhack bad, and I am sure my deficit will cut his loans in half.
ReplyDeletebush is wacked and his brain has a much bigger deficit than this country.
ReplyDeleteword, yo.
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