Thursday, March 6, 2008

..brushing your teeth ninja stye...

..the greening of a coupla sheepish mounted knights...

..algebra phobia cripples a burgeoning political career...

..chubby phil, that earnest little capitalist, sold donuts for 50 cents a pop during free period...

..hey, if yer Irish, how come your pubic hair ain't red?...

..birds, crickets, burbeling streams, a whistleing biker, rustling leaves footsteps up a pebbly path, the distant motorway, breakfast sounds from a nearby cottage, steady clopping of horse's hooves and the milkman's song along the road, a dogshow being organized, clishmaclaver from two schoolgirls, exhorted cries from the schoolboys' game of make believe, one's own heartbeat, rippling snores from under sheltering shade of a tree, the itermittent buzz of cropdusters, eager hello's raining down from a party of air balloons...

..Nick Haeffner hiking in the country after marmalade, toast, & tea...

..spherical objects circle the globe...

..gated reverb and a ham sandwich...

..electro-atomic diagrams on an indie label...

..make believe sound to pass the time...

..a girlfriend with no sense of smell...

..shoes that cripple one's finesse, lead only to largesse...

..grandparents who couldn't give a shit...

..a younger sister obsessed with getting into heaven...

..tuba in a rock band...

.."961 Ways To Leave Your Lover"...

..cats who've quelled violence...

..occupational slumming is when a string quartet plays on a rock star's album...

..fiddle vs violin, axe vs guitar, drums vs battery, vocals vs vox,
band vs ensemble, song vs piece: it is in this way that high art
and low art relentlessly duke it out... f

..left titty vs right titty- thank goodness this isn't the case!...

..the tyranny of craftsmanship, and those who would try to escape it...

..leaping into the air upside down...

..eating is just vomitting backwards...

..niners on the six o'clock five-o...

.."vazzaleeza in the first, above a yogi flying by; go beyond thrice-nine lands, and fetch my know-not-what from my know-not-where:- Nick Haeffner...

..bipeds with their heads up their hole, thinkin' their ka don't smell...

..careful, a nun can still kick you in the crotch...

..making the case for impressionism in contemporary 'popular' music is Dif Juz, whose skeletal compositional approach is more stimulating for me than some densly layered Peter Gabriel, who leaves my musical imagination little room to hear tangential or evoked sounds. Dif Juz on the other hand, often acts as a spark for my mind and ear. That is, before some ungrateful fuckhead teen stole the walkman which contained the tape of thier now completely unavailable music...

..the scaborous carpings of a newly clipped infant...

..tendrils from the south of France...

.."Blazes O'Moyllahan and the Sargaso Sea Caper"...

..blustery bombast whipping up a mist of yeasty spit from the downtrodden busdriver...

..the cruelty of vision while plastered...

..thirteen pounds of wok-fried bison testes and when never to avoid them...

..Franklin Neener chatting up some schoolgirls...

..pub-talk best suited as prelude to a shag...

.."Blazes O'Moyllahan: Up To the Challenges of the Ring, But Not Those of the Bedroom"...

..always a shanker on the first day of school...

..."'Who's a Good Boy Then?': The Headmaster Ritual Explained"...

..auntie's panties in an uproar...

..fancy nancy kins bereft of her glory at fairmaids county ball...

..comstock scenery chewers eat away at the filming budget and drive the director to tears...

..club footed french lads menaced by bowery bums...

..dictators who kiss and tell...

..folk wisdom that's full of shit... ;4

..well meaning lobotomists...

..hangmen with hearts of gold...

..the Margaret Pash swansong: 'Fain My Love: The Dance of the Ill-Fitting Shoe'...

..Elizabethan ideas about footwear...

..dour predictions from a horny, uptight monk...

.."Mark E. Smith on how not to be charming"...

..crippled by the scent of Christmas trees- one man's silent holiday albatross...

..weary affirmations of undying love...

..go west when ye be seein' baxter, swarthy young trav'ler!...

..a film projectionist's silent crush on the popcorn girl,

undiminished by the passage of years... ..the carbuncle that wouldn't budge... ..opulence on a budget... ..faith healers tread heavy on the purse... ..Emerson College's satellite campus: Dorchester-Braintree, hounded

by rabid fleas...

..The Stephen Seagal Lecture Series... ..dissonance before breakfast caused teacups to tremble and

orange crescents to curl... ..entwined fingers carry brother and sister through the redline

and onto the 6:30 bus...

..the hounds of hell, I've found, really ain't no big thang... .."oblique, oblique, oblique", the architecture prof sighed as

he watched her trail down the steps, and on out through

the oaken double doors... ..the churchmouse who out eno'd eno... ..the fallacy of professional distance... ..sight unseen, I was hired, fired, bartered, and sold... ..Craxton Garn whiled away hours confiding rememberances

sweet and loves lost and loves recieved; when I visited him

last they'd thrown him in the gallows... ..Ol' Jessup was an intolerable windbag given to equally

flatulent hyperbole...

..the death of truth has nullified our liberal arts... ..after a healthy two weeks of fisticuffs, eye-gouging, letter bombs, and psychological taunts, the two boys became lifelong kindered

spirits, a schoolyard Cassandra and Polyanna if you will... ..what this all adds up to, only 'guffer can be sure...

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