Wednesday, April 25, 2007

honk if you love PIZZA



my friend Brian took a stab at nonsense.

and he knocked it out of the park.


forever ill


some Saturdays they would go antiquing for used soaps or vintage moisturizers

last time i checked that was solid gold.


ROCKET PACK
i feel like science is in a coma.
it's 2007 and there is still no rocket pack
you know what that rhymes w/ "HORSEDICK"
get off your ass and design, test, master and manufacture a rocket pack
i've already figured all the logistics





Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Swearing for the sake of swearing

roy orbison

It was the annual paranormal convention
And all the hotels were booked for miles
The ghost would have to haunt the out lying areas


Roy Orbison had appeared too me in a dream
He had no sunglasses

avoided android




part man and part machine seemed glourious on paper
except for the part about time travel.

NON-FICTIONARY



I spoon-fed birthday cake to a dinosaur.
I imagined I was weightless and accompanied by mermaids
Left handed guitars solos sounded left
The world fattest kid got strike by lightening today
He had stolen test answer from a ham radio transmission
purchase was mandatory on the rockpile
i have seen you kind before.
and the results were dreadful
religion felt like wet boots
awkward and clumsy
Daryl hall had married john oats on a satelite
it's not gay if it's in space
you whispered something.

you are a ladder.........




she smelled just like a ladder
“Where the streets have no name”
Sounds like an honest refrain.
The cable access station was in jeopardy.
Because the pledge drive was misguided
No one had seen the missing dog.
And it would continue to be unseen.
And then missing for a very, very long time.
The news paper headline read.
Local Astronaut bad at joke telling.
Or telling a story for that matter.
Allergic to the punch line.

William Shakespeare held a wet t-shirt contest.
thru the binoculars the African snow leopard looked exotic.
chef has pornographic fetish for FONTS.
The support group had recently closed its doors.
His auto-biography was number one on the NEW YORK TIMES WORST SELLERS list.
www.monsterboobs.gov
The first name in the phone book was FUCK YOU
it was possible too marry a cloud