omnifeast

2008-01-17T10:18:00.000-08:00

noi utter incapacity

you trundle like bristol

symptoms of levon

road only best-selling essence

of coypu in habitat at £185

at habitat in coypu

essence

your frickin' gumbo

2007-03-30T15:34:00.000-07:00

as my pale ale ailment pales my pallor pallyman

mercatorial umbrage

2007-03-23T16:29:00.000-07:00

rabid clamping

2007-03-19T12:02:00.000-07:00

Just connect... again

2007-03-16T09:34:00.000-07:00

credible fatigue

2007-02-01T15:00:00.000-08:00

otiose spillane

painful arboretum

2007-01-28T15:15:00.000-08:00

TOAST GLAD

new home cabbage

2007-01-26T16:11:00.000-08:00

garnish of stripes

lumpy sterile strings

2007-01-22T13:52:00.000-08:00

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.

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.

scene before

2007-01-21T14:35:00.000-08:00

braque truce

michael edifice

2007-01-20T14:30:00.000-08:00

poor uncle jesus

family roustabout

2007-01-19T14:33:00.000-08:00

ergonomic meat

allowed pillows

2007-01-18T14:28:00.000-08:00

COMPLICIT RHEUMATISM

sartorial banjo

2007-01-17T14:25:00.000-08:00

infantile relapse

terry trawling

2007-01-16T14:22:00.000-08:00

nougat patois

furtive fruits

2007-01-15T13:55:00.000-08:00

PRIVATES DANKER

guff or guffaw

2007-01-14T15:42:00.000-08:00

BUS RINGS OUT

...partial form to piss away time...

2007-01-13T13:34:00.000-08:00

the ease to the eye and the ear of the frame

no reason to get excited

what sort of predation would irk most irkly

no such thing as a telephone bill

a diet of gruel for seventeen minutes, for foramina

no desire left to plug

the dematerialization of the specific moment

no high voice or batteries

Why estate agents die empty

2007-01-12T14:46:00.000-08:00

.....take a facking look at our painted corridor, have a wedding in this castle, twotting floorboards lacquered by late night evening light, cyanide distance from putative palaver centre, lovely hoover, mommy will deny but wotta crescent hatch in your extra bedroom, lay about with cousins, shredded gordon, bounded by senility, burlap planted by cemetries goaded entails a whole good benefit, daughter me phone connexion, superbative parking nail varnish, cravat knack detailed cupboard stereotypical spoonjob or tailcap, how doer eyebrews wear scars in awesome value ladylike camera be you, god mutes agents blondely who offer what cannot be offered to offload, in end, emptier the vessel that once held say an image, a memory, pink arses today purpled the main road looking for fresh greens, curtly a number of ouija backburns compromised the negotiations, friend to lack daring unbelievably helpful mirroring our lies, garnish professional mickeys undermine old bell saliva, see our landlady lay piratical traps for our hungry money cleanup, you will not get no better in no area no nearer to you holes, subterranean space shut up but grubby assyrian storage still around with the family randomly, it's a delightful approach to death to say longly doing naked yoga here, gushed flush happy to the street here with kids aloft, a brainbox for the neon will suffice as reference, no time for far thought, yeast mug dropped from alleyview, the joy of an unhappy ending continuing past, collapsed compost of lets speculate a one time tree to climb, a sausage-link in a van your special prize to tidy up.....

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40 Inspirational Suicide Notes

2007-01-07T11:39:00.000-08:00

guff jesus wont do today what nevermore was to be done hitherto,

an aroma of pleonasma incubated by derelicts sprayed with nard.

hand-dried diaries of slovenia pit hendrix versus snicket in bagrace,

turbulating slack babenco by nurturing his garamond snaffles.

hefty marginal umlauts spaghetti graffitilike under pencil skirting,

the disgraceful lopheaded jacksonite in swilling perpetual machinae.

ho-hum the sole derivation of laundryish desires in the noumenal,

broughams aloft jettisoned popularly by and festooned grifters.

delightfully gridding perplexed better ham manchesters,

laclau laudanum proxiable by fortuity glints nowhere enough.

yellow-flecked hodge-podge soluble and fricative globs pondly,

rectifying dunkirks quasi-hubristic vehicle poetastry uncle-numb.

wheedled brets breadpants hierarchises pile instability hunkered,

pool-cast snippety jujube barefoot and laxative cluster oleander.

Three Dogdrops After a Hard Day

2007-01-04T10:28:00.000-08:00

Daily trepanning naughahyde,

I fell a little behind others with croup,

Slyboots embarrassed, cried

A farthing for t' caryatid to stoop!

Aleph descended a spelunker,

Would eyes febrile uproot the narthex,

So laboriously dingy a bunker

Would clump up into a stark hex!

III

Priapic telepathic simpatico,

So unctious perusal would debase,

Sniffing entelechous haricot

Puffs up enough to bouillabaise.

tWO aNNOYING vERSIONS OF THE tRUTH

2007-01-03T19:19:00.000-08:00

NUMBER ONE

The tremendous wind blew

Rose Tremain swims below

[BECAUSE]

The horse's mane was windex blue

Whores wallow in blue sex semen

[BECAUSE]

The house willow examines blouse

How to arouse a hello salmon

[BECAUSE]

The heart is solemn and hollow

Art has pheremones silo

[BECAUSE]

The sophomores also know

Photoshop means all thin

[BECAUSE]

The shofar's a theremin

So far there are mintoes

NUMBER TWO

The tremendous wind blew

INTO

A detrimental elbow dint

[CAUSING]

The undeniable twinned table

A bleating tundra in winter

[CAUSING]

The way not to draw a belated oval

AND

Drown nightly in wavy bovril

[CAUSING]

The android bothered inly

A dromedary boiled thin

[CAUSING]

The dairy medium of Botham

WITH

A madras of yummy phobias

[CAUSING]

The food for all drama mum

A man to hem dumb fanfare fun

Insomnia is Worse in Winter (Notebook Version)

2007-01-01T16:19:00.000-08:00

Because:-

- There is a surprising amount of earwax in a day at the seaside.

- A hardy temperament is discouraged by those who graze on quotidian zeugmas.

- Planks cannot create a bank holiday vagina.

- More than once a yule log has been dislodged from sciatica by increments.

- The sickening stars lie about their lack of veracity in triage.

- Pluralistic denouement is rabid in all the best avant-gardes.

- Twelve scurrilous zoo-deniers force their views with plier-appliers.

- Mr Piano Music adds eeriness to non-fiction films and makes me sick.

- Every acrostic in December is a Yorkshire weakling, to be squared past gully.

- He allowed the impure in too freely and caught a cold which persisted in flux.

- I am put upon by notions of academic exactitude and maraschino cherries.

- An evacuation of nitrogen primps many a fetish during an afternoon tea.

- Allow Mrs Superlove a bit of scrag end before she douses our entire breakdancing plans.

- The stomach and lust behind everyone's eyes is murder.

Thus sleep.... is that the best you can do?

Top Sites to Visit in London Part 1

2006-12-30T11:24:00.000-08:00

THE SHADOW STAGE

Relax and plump in dermatological luxury at this hyperplebeian tropicalia. Troilism is perplexed here by sybaritic ennui, and daily there is a cachou fitched by one at least of the beautiful Camden mermen. Volatile hobo-chicanery would never dissuade the ambulant stroppers from the vexations of their monoglot stereotonic enquiries, and thank the lord for that. If there is one downside to l'espace du nuit, it's that harps are banned on saints' days, a penurious censuring inflicted due to the once incessant yabbering of fusty termagants who, riddled with hermeneutic desires by the fingering priests, loosened their lips towards too often too often.

THE ALEATORY TAVERN

The mercantile tribe of Sligo men who derivated this cumulative lair in East-South London, blamed forever the vicissitudes of the corruscating horizontal foundations for its murky yet charming duplicity. I, in review, could not be teased into commentary. I have slipped more than enough into the type of cliché that justly enrages the insouciant local fletchers, and so cannot be drawn. Located away from the main thoroughfare of the borough, the tavern is only approachable via a deniable passageway that acts as veritable alembic for the surprising cognoscenti. At the alignment of ley lines, Perkin Warbeck was chased by three nuns and a castrato hitherwards, and the subsequent stane stain has sustained substantially and satisfactorily. A moderate pawpaw grower would be most unlikely to swivel his delights in the slightest, but to all who elide kites by derision, the hoopla would be sufferable, be sufferable.

TO BE CONTINUED...

The Eleven Reasons for My Imprisonment

2006-12-25T18:37:00.000-08:00

1. As a child, I would take off my shirt regularly and ply a trade. A nursery school numbskull would not help make biscuits. And what could not be eked was taken to the bank. Thus the bank became a place of overextended desire. Do you remember Mr Freeze's icicle in the 'ass'? Food producers have never been more cynical. Bonne anniversaire indeed. But I tried really hard, I needed to. Do so.

2. The jeers turned into a ballad. We were placed in alphabetical order, and thus our initial contiguity was merely a matter of chance. But using isolated fingers we made the most of a daily peremption with our preemptive dalliances. The tonality of a quadrangle foisted nostalgia and mirror.

3. Mama! You would take turns at fleeting chances and studied and extensive thematic expositions. Berol markers defined the palette of our dreams. We all grew to swap. The variety of sheds was also our major limitation. The sweep and the curlicue parped trad jazz. Microsoft became a client.

4. Next came the hollowed firstfloor ballroom. The waiting was interminable and the glare from the sedentary host family burned intolerably. Their flesh was too soft, and decanting became the overarching metaphor.

5. A head for a hat hardened his heart to the Hebrews. Instead an isolated isosceles invertebrate instigated the irksome irritation. Ja, just junipers jettisoned by jingoist jerks jerk the jargon justly.

6. I became jaded as language ceased to be a natural subject for telepathy. Fed up of selfconscious selfrighteous clipped syntax and teutonic alliteration. Barbarous as celery verse became, rebarbatively aspiritual and antiseptically intellectually protoanalytically uniformitory. Slapped spun hack pens trim beaut plucked puns twixt mono slab bagged duns with punk trod plankton addenda like Menander.

7. Complimentary cortisone and the temptation to theorise theory and discomfit comfort could be called. Seesaw updown lilt forforwards. Prefer to recoil to leap further off lowest diving board in Lowestoft. Bored and senescate in Switzerland, rejuvenate in Pinball. Muderous tilt.

8. So back to my laborious story. A deadhead by the age of thirty-three, I slipped through to old age using multifold substances to vary my typing speed. 900 pages were arranged destructively by my followers. Women came, but I would not yield to their mighty mighty borbor, and sought to die alone. No, not really panface. Come here and sample my shirtless wares.

9. Hamburgers will be Hamburgers for me Hamburgers for tea! Hamburgers you are the ultimate, here is an advert for my future epic poem to Hamburgers! Hamburgers! Hamburgers! Read every Hamburger as if it were your last! Double bacon geniusburger Hamburger! Hamburgers will survive us all! Hamburger holy holy holy Hamburger! Up to my neck in chocolate malted Hamburgers! Chaos Hamburgers in eleven dimensions! Hamburger toolboxes! Hamburger lightbulbs! My wife just gave birth to a little Hamburger after I fucked her with a Hamburger! Foreplay light flicklicking Hamburger alphabets! Rhythm of Hamburger! Daily jamburger Hamburger! New Hamburger in old bottles! I caught this morning morning's Hamburger! Hamburger is the cruellest Hamburger! Of Hamburger and Hamburger I sing! It is a Hamburger universally acknowledged, that a single Hamburger in possession of a good Hamburger, must be in want of a Hamburger! The first Hamburger is the deepest! Hamburger I love you with the utmost modern love poetry, yes I, I Hamburger! Ah, Hamburger! Man is a social Hamburger!

10. In my imagination elegance involves a lack of questioning. Do you have utter repose? How long can you sit without moving your hands? DO NOT TOUCH YOUR FACE FOR A DAY. Flies flying around the sink make for a troubling milk drink. So was he an elegant man? The ripples round his nipples could not be mistaken for banditos using the plan he chose. And so on. The prose he chose to expose was we know not as plain as a window pane, but a pain to explain to brains drained by again and again being trained to complain. Solidly we dry. Before a steam was got up, parper.

11. Finally it's happening to me, there is no hesitation, no cause. I feel like facking soft sift in a marked ford car. Uplifting banshee harmonies are all that are left to cleanse the cleft weft where latterly there were craft and heft. A list of m-words you cannae prenoonce reet. Time taken from 1-12, A, woz not bleeding Afghanistan. But from here to then, a rabbit parsed away. I could go on, but you get the idea. The odour of oh dear! Finally what worries is how u'erly puerile it whole wuz. Or blandishmentally serious and subsidised for the future by a torrent of abreaction. My frank life was funfortunately without selfcontrol alt delete.

A Tragic Picaresque

2006-12-19T13:29:00.000-08:00

1. It was unbelievable. It was not that the ideas were flawed or unattractive, but that ideas were not what were needed now. She had had enough of his ideas. He had had enough of defending the functional as the absolute. Humour was a stranger to their shared abode, and they could not sustain the illusions without it.

2. What would happen throughout the course of a day was a felt descent from possibility to frustration to delusion. This would often manifest itself physically as porridge to potatoes to primetime. Insomnia was a habitual effect, the fear of failure. How else would you choose to theorize a lazy feeling?

3. Meat in cold oil in a cold pan. Things grown just to be harvested. Are they objects or tools? When does an object become a tool and vice versa. This issue needs to be publicised. A public enquiry.

4. Lights at night are a sign of life. An intact subject would be an object of affection, whereas an abject object is a subject for dejection, in this world. Would you laugh if I told you these tears were readymade, and rhyme with cares rather than fears? Sometimes perhaps as a hollow feeling is a spur to action, hollow language is a spur to something.

5. Now my friends, pencilled eyebrows are not cosy places for a man to rest. You will always have been nine years old. Thus mushrooms are not a natural taste to savour. There is a meanng to an onion kept under the tongue for years. O in che mondo viviamo!

6. There is instead a lively rest to be had following a story. A man with a three-coloured face expected range from his new legs. But when he ventured out along the corpse-ridden valley, he felt that it was his heart that would not allow him to leave Cho-San. The love he had felt from the atmosphere of utter safety that she had created for him had utterly ensconced him. He was as good as dead to the rebel army.

7. Oh teacher why do you not realise that your theory of modern sentences and their paragraphs, is Ozymandian. You punnet!

12 Sex Acts Half-Price for Christmas

2006-12-08T15:12:00.000-08:00

in celebrity heaven, dynamism is predicated on twelve criteria beyond the fuckable face. if you can:-

1, dilapidate a young plenitude with focal abrasions
2, trampeze flurtively a klein blue yurt
3, tweeze ramparts lacking cobalt yoghurt lube
4, treat soteriological scansions with toto-cynical weltschmerz
5, glub orally nuked ploughshares hence
6, unilick the greater prints of a wheezing flight gradience
7, hedge me kegs quick lad unusually early bildungs mit potentate high eclat
8, now oodle verbumly what sweet twist uncles and hectors clap-air
9, crab pig latin snubs ooze twacks hentily under creoleoli
10, junk lit cerebrally yesses the oiseaux sur la page
11, tup henty butnik silso nerretal unquietly apodeictic so serious
12, erstwhile antimacassars are so comforting to the febrile middle-aged woman with headsweats, libated initially and jocobated for full effect, low affect, lo-sodium, high taste. YEAH HI-TASTE!!!!

you will light the penetrable vessel, the ambiphoric quilting that lisps revealingly the torrid machiavellia of post-humane derangement........... we are amniotic and kleptobiotic, soiling and unsoiled, keyboard dancing preraphaelite tumescences. be diacritical, heptacervical, phallophagic, stereotypical teenagers. be blest, God's better chillums.

six most commonest excuses for failure

2006-12-08T08:54:00.000-08:00

a. stewsteak is too jejune for saturnalia today.
b. kowtowing to town work leaves us simply in jeopardy.
c. the decrepitude of david sallow allowed jack to whack what wasn't before.
d. deny a nest to neutralise cagey paysans paysan.
e. sandwich is up said tittle tomcat baby wheatgerm.
f. life floods queenly cupola cabooses unhingingly wide.

disbelieve any of these inspiring rally-cries.
hand-mistrust all failure, all failed.
it is a lie to fabricate, fab to lubricate, all what is abdicate!

Troubleshooting Guide for the Lovelorn

2006-12-06T13:01:00.000-08:00

As B follows A, the following will.....

1. Never plant your nipples in veto. Homburgs will do.

2. Fat butch boys will larrup twitchily if your coits do not align. Align your coits!

3. Shame is a twig on a custardy tree. Draw a bath to deny the myth of the placenta.

4. Tentpegging hands oh clasp me scientifically. Scaredy clowns GROOWWW.....

5. Perplexing symbols are cheeseworth this semester. Alicantists decant stencils peremptorily for thunder.

6. What a grimp! Silently allowing binbags to accrue will pay off in the end. Beware the end is Nigel.

7. Vertebrae on a small girl are truly wholesome. Try a seltzer or David Meltzer. Lock the doors and present it. What is not mutable or inscrutable or subbuteo will remain in Maine for the leap year to queer with beer.

8. New spayed bag dreams are all too lovely with your curt hurty eyes. I am splenetically charged to sour fugues sophistically.

9. Homewreckers made future today with sylphlike dexterity, winking orgasms twixt bilgewater and hollyhock with eager eerie egress. Pince McLeahy nogged flickheads under the at of by with you quite so why not heed. Fake Chinese laugh.

10. ju-jump at it, gotta get to it, headbang sally sallow hugger-mugger nugent new study of how to be who rye bread great freedom needle quite so i've had gangrene since before you started percolating it's a task punchy not to new not to new to old yikes people invet the maw. so it has happened, percy has invaded the ughs, with a troupe of klaxons..... now say now hinge me benji, slabhappy freckles dont cut not what yip twa jentiel wrewth nubbfh imply this that rether nb fge saw me yes this is not the time fergint twang......

11. Hard and wet is only way brother-sister. You necktie twistily saviour.

12. One day will you let me have your phone number, and I will not transgress your boundaries. I am a slim human with tawdry features and a hellbent passion for the freedom of the signifier. Urine is not an issue for me.

13. No rule 13s!

14. I am cured. Say it, I am cured. I am cured. I am well, good, pure! Pure! I have the courage to appeal my own worth. I am a full human being. Full! Take me, be me, accept me, I am cured. I, I.

15. Fuck it, my back's hurting.

You didn't tell me you were ill

2006-11-15T05:24:00.000-08:00

Do not use this medication if:-

1. You suffer from a wonky gyroscope.
2. Your nocturnal menagerie is coeval with a gaucho.
3. Time eddies your sole sandwich.
4. You have been lucubrating Layamon's Brut.
5. The missionary position has let you down three times in a month.
6. You have incurred a punctured rodomontade.
7. Wise men have soiled your virgin mind.
8. Everybody you know wears Converse trainers.
9. You have a drawerfull of rampant philately.
10. Sal Coaxial has your number.
11. Monkeys dethroat your penumbrae.
12. A wall is a challenge to you.
13. Traffic tantalises the nation you love with excess.
14. Fulfilled quests breach your lucky pelt.
15. Solipsism is a word you use in conversation.
16. You are allergic to dice. You never wanted to be but you are, your mouth goes dry, you swoon, your feet are bound to leave the floor, and you will exact the final disaster of the cummerbund.
17. Twisted shinbones exact their revenge on you perniciously.
18. Your genitals are less than 90%.
19. Soup is your secret location.
20. No no no you must not preamble.
21. Oh your intake of bowly porridge has forced you to resign.

Or the possible side effects could be:-

1. Islanders will enact gleeful deposits spitefully ha.
2. Chiasmi.
3. Lawn vestiges will triple in value.
4. You know that old guy who sings tra-la-la? Well he'll fuckin find you and merge you with the pavement, you know? You don't wanna mess with this kinda shit Benno, you dig? Look, don't give me no shit, it's my fuckin neck on the line too. You and your fuckin swamp dreams didn't get you nowhere yeah? Just listen to me you cocky little cunt or I'll fuckin powder you into perineum myself, okay?
5. Every friend you've ever had will appear in a room with you at once, and attack!
6. Sausages will have their day in the sun.
7. Correlations will occur concurrently with callous cacchinations of calumnious cohorts like in oh calcutta or kid kakuro or chevy chase.
8. Your own personal-tsu-nami.
9. Stringencies at the bank mean they will have to let you go.
10. Sal Coaxial will lose your number, but it will end up in the hands of Cab Coaxial, his dimyarian older brother.
11. It's Pallas Athene time! It's Pallas Athene time! Yip yap, shut your trap, it's Pallas Athene time!
12. Fabric will twill willy-nilly, swilling really the cognoscenti on trysts to Scilly.
13. Jumbo jets will fly right up your drooping arse, along your delicate, beautiful and most interesting alimentary canal, walled with most delightfully chosen images and tasteful patterns, and then right out your gaping facking gob.
14. Your wellmeant attentions to Lord Bianco will redound.
15. Shoulders will disappear from the earth FOREVER!
16. The social roles and reception of classical and pop music will reverse! Simone Deathrattle on TOTPs, Christian Aquavitae at the Proms. The lambada.
17. Parumph!
18. Twenty diurnal mictural vacations will ignite urethrae far and wide.
19. Your whole life was a search for meaning, and in the end you realised the meaning was the searching. And you felt cheated.

How to dry quickly after a hot bath

2006-11-12T14:37:00.000-08:00

1. Enamel the proboscis.
2. Vengeance for the infidels.
3. A cupboard full of beans is not a cornucopia.
4. Bill Pertwee really exists.
5. For the umpteenth time I am not an assassin.
6. Could you make love to me with your eyes open, please?
7. He will deny it for mere shekels.
8. Twelve hands-in-pockets American heroes.
9. Towel my inbreds.
10. The desire for farms inscribes death on the eyeball.
11. Carefully forfend, for Omar Sharif is barely an Inuit.
12. Treacle sponge and a Mercator projection.
13. In the future, tennis will be banned in space.
14. Why must your neglect spoil every birthday?
15. I am afraid your genitals remain unclean.
16. And a pertinacious sod he was at that.
17. Hieratic, lissom and playful.
18. My devotion to you is greater than Optical Character Recognition.
19. Want tenure and/or a grant.
20. Silas dreams of sleeping until the evening.
21. You snag, you utter snag!
22. Humanity delights only in ice cream and its variants.
23. Slow air and soft balconies, shhhhhh...

Half an interview

2006-11-10T06:13:00.000-08:00

a- The first was with a Caramac. Of course, you will respond!
a- Unbelievable posture.
a- Terminally. Chronic and profuse.
a- A movement away from, I guess. Will that do?
a- I would consider that to be the duodenum. These questions are rather personal and strange, no?
a- Yes, I am blind. In my ways, as you.
a- My interest in politics is desultory, which shames me. But then again I couldn't give a shit. I have but one life to play with.
a- Twice in America and once in Jebel Ali. It is surprising what can be achieved with a little teamwork.
a- I would think Mahatma Gandhi would have to be the number one at the moment. At the moment; these things are really very ephemeral.
a- Really. A whole one? I could believe it.
a- In youth, or sub-youth, my energies enabled such acts!
a- I don't think he meant it, but I wouldn't like to comment decisively. I hate this whole situation.
a- Yes you are.
a- Some people are more persuadable than others. Some people's mothers and so on, ha ha ha!
a- Propinquity, what has just recently been through my radius. Does that make me seem boring? I think all pretence to a 'universal' response and manner would be equally reprehensible.
a- Forget it.
a- Tough question, what are your motives in asking?
a- Well I won't either. Your agenda should not be so clear.
a- This is not a test! Simon Bolivar?
a- A merkin?
a- Your idea of fun is not the same as mine.
a- Yes.
a- Of course, it was a time where wonderful things happened. Everybody was so prone, it was amazing. Life was fluid, opportunity was constant. It lasted as long as we remained self-justifying. Once we let the bottom-feeders spout credibly, we were defeated. We died and became carrion. Carry on...
a- It has not been mine.

questions

2006-11-07T08:14:00.000-08:00

1. how is satire optimistic?
2. what are the upsides of rules?
3. how many miles did he walk before he shut up?
4. the distinction between knowledge and wisdom?
5. clarity of typefaces?
6. role of hormones?
7. is there a better topic than impotence? flaccidity?
8. is dali toooo prescriptive? magritte too thin?
9. have you ever thought why it's called bonjela? ribena? vimto anagram of vomit? who thought of umbongo? did they do it in birmingham like every other great advance in human creativity? what was wrong with marathon and opal fruits? can you still get that bubble bath that was shaped like a captain?
10. what colour clothes do you wear most comfortably?
11. do you occasionally spell words the US English way, and then correct yourself?
12. ever force yourself to go out when you could just as easily not?
13. think of yourself as a spectator at your own meals?
14. think of sexual adventures with total strangers and family? their genitals so barely concealed by that thin material? how many cocks and cunts in the room you're in now?
15. prepare for apocalypse?
16. hate your own excretion? deny it?
17. get broody seeing baby shoes?
18. about pushing?
19. what would you do if there was no resistance to your desires?
20. do you think you're a stupid fucking tosspot, but lovable if only people would tell you?
21. animals?