Hello blackWorm and X and Pat and broomhead
Friday, May 21, 2004
Hmm... there's duterium in my doodads. Tengo huevos pesados. This makes me think of that funny Steve Martin Checkloslavakian (?) guy thing where he's depressed and he shows it with body language by sort of doing the Jewish "If I were a rich man" dance," but really dejectedly with slowly pistoning arms aimed vauguely at the floor instead of at the sky. I don't know why. This week I cleaned my room and body with varrying concentrations of gasoline, aarbondioxide, oxygen, heavy water, plastic and tin foil, copper, lead, vinegar, raisans, distortion, lotus, frankensense, myrhh, damianna, passion flower, woody asynthis, fig bud thorns, olive oil, honeysuckle, garlic, ginger, ginko, herbs, oak leaves, and a variety of roadside plants ranging from Morninig Glory, clover and dandelion, to pine and mulberry, and mayhap a stray sprig of wax myrtle, leather, electricity, magnatism, light, long flat rocks an artificial waterfall, and imitation ice cubes made of brittle but round-edged plastic (for sound with the water).. Now, when I burp, nations crumble. I blow a conch shell shofar to chant down the walls of babylon by spinning bubble wings with my velutinously velvety diapbram to carry me to purple ships and the stars
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
