Archive for the ‘nonsense’ 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.

Pouch Saving Mode

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

Every 15 minutes my pouch goes to sleep.  I have to pull any sinew to restore my pouch.

Plutarch VII, and Hibrenious 6, cattle ranchers, Appalachian howdy-boys, cavaliers, and makers of fine filth, accustomed to veering off road in tiny fire-truck.  Writing on the pouch and pouch energy in 1968, 1393 and 1432, specified certain aero-magnetic properties such that the pouch energy components could be guessed using mathematical symbols, and the application of the science of logic.

Only later, in 1948, did Rolff Frundienne capture the actual pouch energy coming to rest, and gave this time-frame a name, 15 minutes.  Clocks were built around the number 4 and 15 minutes, thus 60 minute hours, 60 hour days, 60 day years, and 60 year seconds, and 60 seconds per 3 minutes.

I tried to disable pouch-saving mode, and used three arms up in the process.

Vomited also.

N’o O mitted vomit ed.

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

dash a camel throbbing yuca anal + sweltering butterz: broadcasting booth of mind

Monday, April 13th, 2009

camel

Bored by birds

cylindracles

tentacontibentos


Razor like camel jumping

Porky never-laughing adventures into infinity:

broadcasting into your mind the inverse of scissors

etc

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.

Fucking Dynasty Potato

Wednesday, April 30th, 2008

Dynasty Potato announced today that they will reacquisition the privately held ORC group after 9 years of intense watching from across the street.  Many notable RC are understandably upset with K Jeffs, and have been speaking out on the issue.  Tubbs & Tubbs & Tubbs & Tubbs.  You never got the hand balls slappy contraption for clackity girl areas.  Dynasty Potato is my new company and we buy anything that is amazing and totally not real for real!  I am planning to buy a new hair dryer because I feel my current hair drying equipment is not up to my usual standards.  A Gupplepuppy was my friend.