Rough drafts of an idea I had.....
Monday, June 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
"Bifpo Tojd Nzqyg"
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Skeletor’s Wet Dream
-One by one the penguins steal my sanity
-Tunnel thoughts to me
-Beware of the travesty
-Don't sleep the clowns will eat thee
-They come in 3's, transparent tapestries
-My eyes and wildest dreams
-Could not conceive, a contrived penguin plan to deceive
-Streaking terror grabs a hold of what I see
-Can it be I count 1,2....
-A hole in the darkness is forming within me
-A twirling glow is growing within me
-A swirling flow is beginning to pin me
-A thought crows and echoes....they will eat me
-Ectoplasmic spastic spasms force me down
-Moving to my fate with haste
-Awaiting the bubble bath in which I'll drown
-Wiggling squirming I find the taste of cupcakes
-Sweltering and melting soon I'll be brown
-A plot a plan needed for my escape
-Rumbles and quakes, don't think he likes my taste
-Finally a wave to save me safely
-No need to be forgiven for my sins
-I’m goin out the way I came in
-Tunnel thoughts to me
-Beware of the travesty
-Don't sleep the clowns will eat thee
-They come in 3's, transparent tapestries
-My eyes and wildest dreams
-Could not conceive, a contrived penguin plan to deceive
-Streaking terror grabs a hold of what I see
-Can it be I count 1,2....
-A hole in the darkness is forming within me
-A twirling glow is growing within me
-A swirling flow is beginning to pin me
-A thought crows and echoes....they will eat me
-Ectoplasmic spastic spasms force me down
-Moving to my fate with haste
-Awaiting the bubble bath in which I'll drown
-Wiggling squirming I find the taste of cupcakes
-Sweltering and melting soon I'll be brown
-A plot a plan needed for my escape
-Rumbles and quakes, don't think he likes my taste
-Finally a wave to save me safely
-No need to be forgiven for my sins
-I’m goin out the way I came in
Weapons of Mass Drunkeness
Fireflies find their way to say the flame, its tongue strung high loose beneath the noose dangled to bewilder mildew tiles next to rotting files of stock live long the cows from eyebrows and snow plow kings supreme waiting to intervene sliding down the seam of the sleeve bumblebee’s sees seas of C’s and cops set their sting her vivacious curves around a ring side by side the merry we go round again and again and again whilst we win lose its all the same game Sam in the rain by a window pane way down near that damn weather vane, on a boat, drowning in a moat, grounded souls don’t float but wait there’s more……………
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
"Super Ordinate Consciousness"
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
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