Nude Hat, Page 337.
Telling some stories, Miss Leroy says, is communicating suicide.
Posted by
dean at
02:01 PM
However Long It Took To Realize That Mouseketeer Was A Play On Musketeer.
It took just as long to hear how Jesus & Mary Chain's "Head On" sounds like "Love Missile F1-11" by Sigue Sigue Sputnik.
Posted by
dean at
03:58 AM
Down, Lawn, Y Goa, Page 195.
It's music rage, which is like road rage, only more righteous. When you get road rage, a tiny part of you knows you're being a jerk, but when you get music rage, you're carrying out the will of God and God wants these people dead.
Posted by
dean at
07:09 AM
Abstract Junk Filter Results As Embryonic Post-Poetry.
Hello! Lehman Inconstant!
Queen bloom, on hypocrisy eve,
Piss stressful, with fourteen Istanbul passports,
Fought commercial Morrissey policemen,
Like a mighty buckaroo hindu.
The brickbat franchise
is a shadflower,
Trashed by varnish-flogging bellmen and,
A straight epileptic cowpony.
Emotion liquor, I blame, for
Inability, an
Auto-suggestible mid-section,
Headed for the prodigal dustbin,
To be ransacked by boredom,
and a raccoon
retard.
Posted by
dean at
07:03 AM
Nude Hat, Page 274.
"Americans do drugs," says Agent Tattletale, "because they don't do leisure very well."
Posted by
dean at
08:09 PM
