Saturday, June 25, 2011

finding ketchup

Street lights developed a respiratory system prouder then Jamaican cliffs. And Like wood grain on Santa clauses band aid, I was removed. all sockets had been confounded towards fingering a backup signal. The channels answered how many, while fall became a doctors season. To suggest a floor meant that there had been water. And to suggest water intended that the doc was unstable. There was less time to find food in the mountains, so i ordered a number.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Gentle

because your beauty had the softest of grass. Like two heels, beyond the the kneeling posture. A cow was just without departure. One could slip and fall into your arms. What would all this grass be, all over me? Blue skys that wait for tree's to grow like they are paint for your grandfathers magazines.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Shit

I like rubber that should never be classified as to hard or too soft.

I am someone who lives to listen to a paper napkin getting peeled off a chalk board.

Someone who brings sand buckets onto bumper cars.
Someone who has a collection of fish hooks and eats spaghetti onto compact disks.
someone who saw a block of ice melt in the desert while a camel ingested neon from a small town.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Freedom

thanks for boiling the kool aid with a t-rex mask and turning a shower into a
square line dance. I see wood grain and its like electrocution, the colors keep
changing. You have a heavy rock and the church doors were drawn with zig zags to
avoid alligators.

Fast food Vomit

When do bowling balls mimic coffee, and at what speed? In comparison to killer
clowns from outer space?


A little bit of irish

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Murder

It has been a long time since i had a glass of lemonade that didn't have a ham sandwich being devoured by a snake.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

eternity

One time i stuck a beer bottle up my ass. Flew to the airport and dumped a potted plant on a wolf.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Wrestling tights

On your side, what's it like living with a spoiled rich kid? music that could
announce cracks in the sidewalk like an unsuccessful sports action. How does
your dads forearm move inside the bathroom with only a tape deck and its plastic
to illuminate the shower? Norman bates had a stair case that incorporated the
potential for paralysis but your rug was soft, white and to be considered
cool. In living color.
I remember when a raft had shown up to protest the quality of junk mail. the
neighbor's dog always barked as i walked to school and would follow me to make
sure that my pencils had not been broken. The gasoline tank was your
neighborhood . Large fonts with the right kind of cover to keep children hooked
like lemonade at that high school dance.
did you answer? well i was waiting in line, and your father figured out a way to
turn the water on. holes punched through the wall and the misery of association.
it was enough for red to exist as that opportunity to slip out of the shower.

Bank Account

i ruined my life because a goft bag found a window that had a ufo. the thanksgiving turkey was made out of golf balls and a relatives carpet could hide that the earth had a temperature.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Family

To the astronaut that once discovered space mountain.

I was in line, feet racing like a formula one car carrying a Greek clothes line.  Living rooms developed spaces for a suntan as children rescued their breath from a party balloon.  I knew what you were going to say at the press conference, yet it wasn't a win nor a loss.  Like telephone poles dancing to keep the vulturces away. The call inside a space helmet, with a waterfall and cave, to replace a pencil. 

Culture

without two of every animal and a gun on board, all the villagers look sane.

Station

It can't be moved but only identified. A street sign that apologizes and a car that wasn't good enough to open. At just a wall, where there was cinnamon.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Basket

Love, like running along someone. They own something, color and texture. A hot iron to ignore stop signs, the compression of snow, to let go of childrens baloons.

Friday, June 10, 2011

remake voltron

spent 40 mins of the film building the characters.  ultra idealized pride.   make it have something to do with the international space station seeing something.  a emergancy room surgeon for the head.  some kind of female russian statitian- researcher.  some kind of african american engineer.   some kind of arnold(predator) like weapons expert. asian armor expert and harmonics.  end of the world pride.   they have to represent man kind.

have voltron deployed and a perspective over an outdoor hockey rink game.

a scene where a greek or italian is sculping and it breaks because of voltron
the surgeon is saving a gun shot victim with blood coming out of chest
the engineer with some kind of collection
the transition from person would be realistic and not powerranger like
maybe a cameo by spiderman


 if they can make little kids cry with bambi... tears of joy for voltron

 the enemy.... hmm how about a space medusa?  stealing the souls from people . space as scary as elm street. with warships
the command center. michael caine, sigourney weaver, samuel jackson

george lucas ?

A walk through the park

Coffee toffee and gasoline harmonics. This was england, a place where childhood
rollercoasters challenged medusa on the price is right.
Invention as dexterious as a political sign in the wind. One in which lemonade
cried for rain deer antlers. The neighborhood welcomed ufo's and inside bear
caves was a vacation package. It was enough treasure to put pirates on
unemployment as stage lights prevented a hospital from having.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Summer folage

i really hate sewage drain pipes. and how the hottest of sun can make water shallow. if your walking on mud? and the well documented cracks, loosing disfavor.