Beep! Beep! - Roadrunner, Looney Toons - Warner Bros.
The aardvark crackdown was inevitable. War is aftermath of peace. Cranky decadence staples the playhouse to the dogsled just east of a backwater Apollo. Cubic detergents become amusements of armistice & autopsy. Blackboard tambourines ratchet up a tempest enlisting whole quadrants in the swelter. What baboon?
9:20 a.m.
35.2 degrees
overcast
Bandit Notions
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Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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The land ago had eggs. Gentleman began with their teeth learned to govern & the gun journeys grew. The goes were got and the gathered was guarded, the mountains gone through. The girls had a thousand mouths & the earth was helpless.
12:49 p.m.
33.6 degrees
snow
12:49 p.m.
33.6 degrees
snow
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Clean clothes are fish follow. Glass is held to the hole. Blue is built into the clocks.
Bicycle child is daily flyer & holds likely. Follow will be considerable. You can explain the ladder later as my fantasies are full coursing million-to-one with laughter, pleasure, & milk.
12:22 a.m.
35.4 degrees
the weather is steady - the porch light is on
Bicycle child is daily flyer & holds likely. Follow will be considerable. You can explain the ladder later as my fantasies are full coursing million-to-one with laughter, pleasure, & milk.
12:22 a.m.
35.4 degrees
the weather is steady - the porch light is on
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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"Bambi loves Tarzan who drives a Buick" The Book of Dogs - Anon
When born I lost the element of surprise. I was never to retrieve it. Thus the dog is lapping water from the leg of the upended chair because the sky is too far above his tongue. All my submarines are dead though building goes on apace as if the carnival would be arriving in town tomorrow. I remain natural - not modern. especially when it is dark, near midnight, and raining.
11:00 a.m.
37 degrees
heavy rain
When born I lost the element of surprise. I was never to retrieve it. Thus the dog is lapping water from the leg of the upended chair because the sky is too far above his tongue. All my submarines are dead though building goes on apace as if the carnival would be arriving in town tomorrow. I remain natural - not modern. especially when it is dark, near midnight, and raining.
11:00 a.m.
37 degrees
heavy rain
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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" The photograph on the shelf is speechless - evocation only spoken here. "
The Book of Dogs - Anon
Sometimes the women, wishing to contribute, walk up to you and say, "Here, take my hair. Fix the forest." and you put your hands, heavy with history, into your pockets, humbled by the happy increase, but not wishing to plant any more corn until it stops raining.
11:45 a.m.
37.2 degrees
rain/wind
The Book of Dogs - Anon
Sometimes the women, wishing to contribute, walk up to you and say, "Here, take my hair. Fix the forest." and you put your hands, heavy with history, into your pockets, humbled by the happy increase, but not wishing to plant any more corn until it stops raining.
11:45 a.m.
37.2 degrees
rain/wind
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Day done. Supper eaten. Movie watched. Another 24 hours packed away in the box of no return.
I thought tonight of what it must have been like to be hunted by two saber-toothed cats through ice age forests at night.
I didn't pursue that thought for very long.
9:30 p.m.
39.9 degrees
overcast
I thought tonight of what it must have been like to be hunted by two saber-toothed cats through ice age forests at night.
I didn't pursue that thought for very long.
9:30 p.m.
39.9 degrees
overcast
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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i haven't thought of sabre-tooth cats in quite a while - thanks for adding to my reasons for waking up in a cold sweat. far more interesting to have real fight/flight stimulus than the stuff i set up for myself.
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Ya know, you're right. I'd rather not have a head myself but I'm stuck with this bastard and it just will do anything except leave me alone. I think I should have been a cartoonist. Or a surrealist living on the coast of Greenland. Or maybe Newfoundland. I would like to try living an apocalypse from the inside out but it would be mostly an experiment in texture.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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This morning woke up to a world of prehistoric wango shingles & spaghetti dancers.
It explains things as well as anything else. I don't think I ever had a normal life. I had a job once where I was scrapping away, minute layer by minute layer, the dust on a cave floor hoping to find a thirty thousand year old human skull. My vision was to hold it in my hand and look into those empty eye orbits and say - " You poor fuck, here we are & things ain't changed one bit. "
That was my vision. Needless to say it didn't happen. My attitude about that job went into the toilet after that & I was fired. I'd had enough of it anyways.
So now it's prehistoric wango shingles & spaghetti dancers. Wango shingles are a bitch to deal with. You can put them on & you can take them off but you can't leave them alone. That's how they are. The spaghetti dancers ain't bad.
But I've seen better.
9:30 a.m.
47.1 degrees
overcast
It explains things as well as anything else. I don't think I ever had a normal life. I had a job once where I was scrapping away, minute layer by minute layer, the dust on a cave floor hoping to find a thirty thousand year old human skull. My vision was to hold it in my hand and look into those empty eye orbits and say - " You poor fuck, here we are & things ain't changed one bit. "
That was my vision. Needless to say it didn't happen. My attitude about that job went into the toilet after that & I was fired. I'd had enough of it anyways.
So now it's prehistoric wango shingles & spaghetti dancers. Wango shingles are a bitch to deal with. You can put them on & you can take them off but you can't leave them alone. That's how they are. The spaghetti dancers ain't bad.
But I've seen better.
9:30 a.m.
47.1 degrees
overcast
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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The sheep do not match the monkeys.
11:51 a.m.
74.3 degrees in the sun
52 in the shade
11:51 a.m.
74.3 degrees in the sun
52 in the shade
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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The fossil as found had it's bone finger stuck in its nostril. The bees ready their baskets.
11:55 a.m.
same
11:55 a.m.
same
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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Shirts & skirts. The muscle of the mouth attempts the moon.
11:56 a.m.
ditto
11:56 a.m.
ditto
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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The python is wrapped about the leg of Mz. Happy Hunger. Double period that. The guess hand stirs free a piece of interstitial space & a kiss increases perhaps. Outside & inside are equally problematic. Humans grow hot and their glossaries turn to grain.
The house creaks in the wind.
Glass hair is returned shattered by passing horses. The hills holding the most are replied to by remember. Darkness grows & grows but is still frightened when the branches reach out to a hello.
The world will not end by either whimper, howl, or war cry but by a dawning.
The house creaks in the wind.
Glass hair is returned shattered by passing horses. The hills holding the most are replied to by remember. Darkness grows & grows but is still frightened when the branches reach out to a hello.
The world will not end by either whimper, howl, or war cry but by a dawning.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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" If everything is screwed together the way it should be then it should all work like a charm."
The Book of Dogs - Anon.
The snake sneezes. The servants worry they might lose their shoes by agreement as the egg proved elastic by consent last time this happened. The porter rushes to the end engine to meet a memory where the reaction to the sky expanding all the way to the telescope was anything but mixed.
9:24am
68.7 degrees
overcast - some wind
The Book of Dogs - Anon.
The snake sneezes. The servants worry they might lose their shoes by agreement as the egg proved elastic by consent last time this happened. The porter rushes to the end engine to meet a memory where the reaction to the sky expanding all the way to the telescope was anything but mixed.
9:24am
68.7 degrees
overcast - some wind
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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" I'm haunted," she said, touching her vagina and smiling.
The Haunted Vagina - Carlton Mellick III
While checking on my purge function I heard a crow call outside. Then the dog came and stuck his nose in the crack of the door for a sniff. He likes to do this. My reasoning on his reasoning for this manifestation of behavior on his part is vague. Maybe he's just checking to make sure I have not gone off-planet. Maybe he's just a perv. One more anthropomorphizing nightmare for a contemplative moment.
You ever find yourself reading a Wikipedia article say about something that has become of recent interest to yourself that has a list for further reading at the end of it and you click on a name that leads you to but an explanation of why nothing can be found at the end of your search?
I think it might be a conspiracy - it's this constant kind of low-level shit that leads men to madness.
Another legend to be put on my tombstone - "Page Does Not Exist" or perhaps "This article about whatever is a Stub"
The Haunted Vagina - Carlton Mellick III
While checking on my purge function I heard a crow call outside. Then the dog came and stuck his nose in the crack of the door for a sniff. He likes to do this. My reasoning on his reasoning for this manifestation of behavior on his part is vague. Maybe he's just checking to make sure I have not gone off-planet. Maybe he's just a perv. One more anthropomorphizing nightmare for a contemplative moment.
You ever find yourself reading a Wikipedia article say about something that has become of recent interest to yourself that has a list for further reading at the end of it and you click on a name that leads you to but an explanation of why nothing can be found at the end of your search?
I think it might be a conspiracy - it's this constant kind of low-level shit that leads men to madness.
Another legend to be put on my tombstone - "Page Does Not Exist" or perhaps "This article about whatever is a Stub"
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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