Archive for the ‘Mystery’ Category

jasmonical head-rest electrostatic barf cylinder

Monday, July 13th, 2009

cylinder, rotating.

vomo lobsters…  ok, already you.

Veggie mucus in powdery whore-hole.  You can stand on riff but the level part is sinking into the vomitous ions.  particulates insoluble plant-like halo spun into spider’s shapely buttocks.

gas-bag your laundry, expand the tophat compression box, seal off the dark-furred rooms, jump out of slipping furniture restaurants with itis severiosis, tumble inside rock-boy.

flowering smellicle travel through vapors and place eggs carefully into small area behind head for warming, ionic tingle and stoomache growing out of face digesting food and handlebar shaped.

vomit coming out of fur on face. ecumenical.

Low Urinal in Corporate Setting

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

Mystery exists, stillness expounding.

all corporate business etc restroom ? //MALEtype restrooms – low urinal.

But HWHY?

Ridiculous.  Who is this low urinal designed for?  A child?  But no children work in corporations, or if they do, I never see them.

Handi-capable? A private room is reserved for their whimsy.  No low urinal is needed.  Plus, no loading dock.

Extremely short people or people with very short legs.  Tall torso’d people with feet attached directly at the knee.

If I go into a bathroom, and some dude is messing around at the regulation height urinal, I am not going to use the low urinal.  Fuck that!  I may as well be pissing on the floor.

Heinrik in the stall stands on the toilet bowl and laughs with glee hands fingers curled around the top, just tangent of his flatcutt.  He’s a wrathful idiot.  He doesn’t know either.  Asked him.

Kicked the door in and grabbed him by plaid bow-tie.

Is it a policy meeting?  Disaster Recovery?  Does an engineer make specification?  Fat rich men paying the low urninal cash / lobbyists?

Are there lunar urinals in low-space?

At the horizon stretch of black hole light dazzling is low urinal, floating, bending time.

spitting lotto chunks

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

i am wanna kiss the chunks of lotto vomit

can you help me?

i want to LUCKY sucker

i want long

i gonna graspping the all numbers plus one number

is it a forecast? am i to winning?

get me flash pot

toochin s’lammy

Monday, March 9th, 2009

rick van warren called yesterday…  a problem with the constant constipation machine.  Deeply hurt feelings.  Won’t comply.  Machine on edge, hexx suicide.

i gave my best guess told rick get statue of hula girl.  told rick make pogo call.  ask phogo to call pogo as well.

inside granny-cave, listening to music, interrupted.  abrupt.

turns out rick sent gloogop to find me.  wanted $12 for pizza we ordered last month.  i sent gloogop back with $12.  asked for and received receipt.

rick van warren called again, asking about perpetual poop blocker, and emotional traumas.  said samosas weren’t helping.  again offered same opinion.

turns out rick has broken phone, only talks into it, can’t hear anything – doesn’t know who he is dialing, just hits buttons hard and starts talking.