click art for larger view that grating sound of cracking bone hauntingly emitting with a shallow blue light from beneath the bathroom door. the mother of all bowel movements left a mass of smiling flesh jelly in a wrinkled pink pinstriped suit. satisfied, it twitched, but was quite unable to return to the party.... Mr. Bradley came on the loudspeaker. "Sorry for the interruption, he said, but my boss called A scurry of "Ooooo's" and "Ahhhh's" echoed through the corridors. he then cleaned up his mess as if nothing had happened And furthermore, said the lion to the dove, "What exactly is your conceptual continuity? Shit! he'd been up all night on the prowl. This made absolutely no sense to him. He didn't know that mania which follows the dove. Until the dove said, "How bout spottin me a fin so I can go to Biloxi for a couple a ho's and some dice? The lion knew he was jive, but he listened. He was having a bad day, a bad dream, so nothing mattered. It was a wild dream. The best kind and there he was, standing in the middle of it. the touch, the scent, the vision was every bit as real as a composite of his fondest memories. Pretending to listen, he let the dove roll." There would be blood today" he mused. The dove was his dream. They were alone. Thats all that mattered. The jive little dove rambled on as if everything was fine, while the lion turned away because he felt it was best to let go, and let go he did. He knew in his heart how good this feeling was. He would never forget it. After he pounced he coughed up a tuft of white feathers. Licking his lips, he smiled and walked away. .... My sink, my love, you are my all, my one and only, you are my girl next door, my mind, my soul, my everything.... ˇ I feel the need. The need to feel. ˇ Pitiful thrashing frigid seas. Madness runs screaming into crooked streets. Fancy pissant laughter strikes like target rockets launched at night. Darkness becomes simple fright. Angels hidden in black robes. The turds in the wild grass are many. Have another bit of sweet love Mother Mary merry quite contrary watch your garden die. Happiness within treachery. Anger locked up anger, must we all be your slave? Is this the Law ? ˇ Another glass of midnight wine tastes like trash again as people stand in yesterday waiting for a train, a thought I thought a thought thought thought of midnight wine again. I am the accused. You are my accuser. I am your lies. I challenge your truth. I challenge your disease. Then I challenge you. ˇ BLOW ME! He cried. And he did just that for he loved himself dearly and continued. ˇ Crawling through the daily dread feeling fucked as ever. ˇ Butthead spoke to the audience. They were eager to be relieved, "Screw the Royal my little toads for they cannot live forever. You will never hear of the immortal accountant, the immortal waitress, the immortal T-shirt printer, the immortal husband or housewife. ˇ The Artist can and will survive forever. "Then there was a great applause and one loud fart and the laughter has yet to stop. ˇ relentless. Day to day. Minute to minute. Moment to moment. Its madness as the Idiot complains to the two dollar whore, "Bitch, you cost me a days pay!"then she piddles a like puppy. Giggles like a little girl and lifes a lot of shit and its the girl next door. |
