omnifeast

Thursday, January 17, 2008


noi utter incapacity

you trundle like bristol

symptoms of levon

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Friday, March 30, 2007

your frickin' gumbo

as my pale ale ailment pales my pallor pallyman

Friday, March 23, 2007

mercatorial umbrage


Monday, March 19, 2007

rabid clamping


Friday, March 16, 2007

Just connect... again

Thursday, February 01, 2007

credible fatigue

otiose spillane

Sunday, January 28, 2007

painful arboretum


TOAST GLAD

Friday, January 26, 2007

new home cabbage

garnish of stripes

Monday, January 22, 2007

lumpy sterile strings

I

kenny would not have mentioned it, but julianne had lost her seventy tentacles well. thus he had to. she responded well and they managed to reorganise their diaries. a date in the famous jewish delicatessen was created.

kenny wanted to order the matzoball meze between them, but julianne had a better idea and generally a more stable table manner. thus there was a slight fracas. she responded badly and they both ate too much pastrami. another date was somehow rearranged in THE park at dusk.

II

julianne masked massive internal doubt with massive external legs. for years there was nothing a man like kenny could do to approach the subject, but as mentioned, she had lost her seventy tentacles well. now she could walk into a bar any bar and sit not on a stool outwards.

kenny lacked massive maternal warmth and was without massive eternal wealth. for years there was nothing a woman like julianne could do to approach the subject, but as mentioned, she had lost her seventy tentacles well. now she could talk into a man any man and not stool afterwards.

III

in the park julianne corrected the spelling of many a graffito, as kenny walked beside her glowingly and fawningly. kenny kenny kenny. why would a man like you need anything more? their breath clouds mingled as night fell under the moon.

in the park julianne erected the desire of many a man, as kenny walked beside her fawningly and glowingly. julianne julianne julianne. why would a woman like you need anything more? but as the clouds mingled into the moony night, her breathing fell.

IV

Sunday, January 21, 2007

scene before


braque truce

Saturday, January 20, 2007

michael edifice


poor uncle jesus

Friday, January 19, 2007

family roustabout


ergonomic meat

Thursday, January 18, 2007

allowed pillows

COMPLICIT RHEUMATISM

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

sartorial banjo

infantile relapse

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

terry trawling


nougat patois

Monday, January 15, 2007

furtive fruits


PRIVATES DANKER

Sunday, January 14, 2007

guff or guffaw


BUS RINGS OUT