June 26, 2005

Steady, Mute Ear-Ache, Page 55.

My friend Professor Reed made a triptych for me, and he painted fire on one panel, a typewriter on another, and the face of a beautiful, intelligent woman on the third.

The triptych is entitled What Happened To Beatrice and I cannot look upon it without weeping.

Posted by dean at 11:46 PM

June 23, 2005

Dita Von Teese With Blair And Bush Look-A-Likes. Guest Vocals From Siobhan Fahey.

"A woman wearing a scrumptious pair of turquoise tulle knickers promotes in herself a sexy superhero feeling which exudes itself as a confident and positive sexuality."

Posted by dean at 04:52 AM

June 16, 2005

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Posted by dean at 10:54 PM

SALIV, Page 122.

If Kevin were here, he'd say, "Deedle-deedle queep."

Everybody knows that Artistotelian two-value logic is fucked.

Posted by dean at 07:33 PM

June 14, 2005

The Problem With Going After A Horse To Beat Its Head In With A Can Of Tropical Peaches.

Is the speed, the weight distribution, and how far you're willing to go for a physics project.

Now, I don't want to grow into a loose-fleshed old woman.

Because I'm a man.

But there's something about corrupting yourself into a farce that really sparks the heart-rate.

Posted by dean at 05:07 PM

June 02, 2005

We Saw Him First, Slow-Writhing On A Hill Of Grass, Big Middle-Class Beard And Sweat On The Lips.

An apparatus made of wood sat next to him -- looked like head-gear.

I grabbed a piece of paper taped to his face and it told us what he'd done.

And we knew it was true because we all had heard about it, and saw his eyes, straight-line with mine, looking for doom.

Posted by dean at 03:41 PM