grundoon
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- July 3, 2008
| SPOONPERCH DonJaime Sarah Palin is not a Ticket Bunny. She is an intelligent articulate principled loony fundamentalist dangerous creationist anti-abortionaist Christian nutcase.
"Don't you 'Don't get roused sugar' me!"
"Well, allow me to introduce myself to you as an advocate of Ornamental Knowledge. You like the mind to be a neat machine, equipped to work efficiently, if narrowly, and with no extra bits or useless parts. I like the mind to be a dustbin of scraps of brilliant fabric, odd gems, worthless but fascinating curiosities, tinsel, quaint bits of carving, and a reasonable amount of healthy dirt. Shake the machine and it goes out of order; shake the dustbin and it adjusts itself beautifully to a new position."
Yes I will yes
"I am going to the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, to find out what the Crocodile has for dinner."
part of the story:
Jet-Poop I prefer to think of Evil Catullus not as black or beige or African-American, but as a GIANT HOWLING MONSTER CREATURE WEARING A VERY SCARY HAT AND SHORT PANTS
for you long-winded peeps:
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The whole saga: fire opal diamond ruby emerald jet
Exploring this landscape of spirit between us...
I am
It's all cigar smoke and old ideas. |
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- Jet-Poop
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- the beautiful girl herself writes poems in code
- Nate's Pseudo-Wisdoms
- Tibetan Buddhism
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- Who wants a (me thinking of you whilst doing something) from the nubile ToasterLeavings (thing)
- You are truly a goddess of disturbed tranquility
- Stamp on the ground and feel your flowers
- I will take one ticket please to whatever you have to say please keep talking
- Bodhisattvacaryavatara
- One day I will step out of my body and burst into bloom
- CONFICIONS SUSPIRMED!
- phuri dai
- Simply messing about in boats
- A summer's evening (erotica)
- This child has talent. She needs a better box of paints.
- We don't write poetry because it's cute (idea)
- Pink go-go boots and matching rocket-launcher
- Pierce my senses with potent words
- RalphyK
- Moons is good for eatin
- After the flood all the colors came out
- Chras4
- I am the very model of a modern E2 editor (idea)
- I'll Play the Blues for You
- I'm out; I'm free. Down here the night air is purple. What do I do with it all?
- The Banks o' Doon
- Jurph
- She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
- RACECAR
- These women who must live like the high Sierra white pine, fed somehow by the alpine wind
- Every time I fall, I fall a little bit harder, a little bit further, I fall right back onto you
- The aunt who lets you cuss
- The Japan Times, e2, and sensei (person)
- Here are some true pieces for you, anonymous, handsome.
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- You're WRONG and you're a GROTESQUELY UGLY FREAK
- How many times have we fallen in love?
- Through this warm electricity I will give you bark branches and leaves curling upward into a safe sky
- She is stupidly keeping herself a secret, when I know she has sparkly things to show me
- water pour down on us. trusting me, eyes shut.
- Another love. I am weary of the starts of things.
- Coy or honestly shy, either way I have got mad designs on your dancy eyes
- You painted these exquisite shadows and whispers on the bellyroof of my bendy heart
- Trying to explain Everything to your non-Everythingite friends (idea)
- The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
- spider camp (place)
- game of essences
- Religion in the Skippy aisle
- I cough up butterflies
- The Very Model of an Eliminative Materialist
- borgo
- Fine paintbrush, light strokes, special paint (idea)
- All drugs and words and ink
- Bush's Orwellian Address
- succession of hands and colors
- Why the willow weeps
- Hatshepsut
- the great red dragon and the woman clothed with the sun
- Around nine PM my heart was breaking so I went to bed early to listen to it happen. (thing)
- a town with a tripwire for a horizon
- serene. She sips her tea
- She is in the heartbeat you hear around you, listen
- Poppet (thing)
- oblique strategies garden
- Weird headless death cult of writer apostles
- She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
- Your words are delicious and enticing, and I would save them all like love letters
- I am the princess guarded by dragons, snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons
- Persistence of attachment
- rampaging wenchbeast
- How They Broke Away to Go to the Rootabaga Country
- My new way to get there
- Girls and the theory of the last man packed
- nine elevenths
- Poet (idea)
- In timeless valleys full of stars (idea)
- scantily clad (idea)
- I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky (idea)
- Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
- Do you remember how small your body was when you were five? (person)
- Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
- Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies. (fiction)
- Chautauqua (idea)
- Note pinned to a tree in Sherwood Forest
- all matters of what becomes visible, and when
- games gallery
- The 13 Most Pleasant and Delectable Questions of Love
- I had a brother, once
- Prodigal Summer
- August 28, 2003 (idea)
- I think this boy's cheese has done slid off his cracker
- She was cilantro, jalapeņo, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- flying saucer time machine
- Editor Log: February 2004 (thing)
- sunset rainwater turns her sidewalk chalk-art into a sherbert delight; a surprise gift from chaos that tumbles her like tinkling bells onto the wet grass
- The best way to cure a broken heart is to give the pieces away
- We'll drink cheap wine and watch for shooting stars (idea)
- What can be better than that? (idea)
- my wife at the airport
- I saw a beautiful child
- Brooklyn girls (idea)
- Age, Sex, Location
- Kiss Me, I'm Chris (person)
- The Tao of Ducks (idea)
- bolt from the blue
- Monster of a Meaner Disposition (idea)
- October 28, 2004 (idea)
- bolt from the blue (thing)
- A fool's right to his tools of rage (person)
- Land of the free (some assembly required)
- Living with the mistral in Provence
- Unintended
- An apocalypse is no time to be wearing a ballgown.
- Now is the winner of our discount tent made gory in slumber by this summoned orc
- 1,340,666 women just like me
- why don't poets kill each other anymore?
- If I could be anything I'd be water and I'd be wild about it.
- December 31, 2005 (person)
- January 24, 2006
- my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom (person)
- Weak and desperate from decades of commuting the djinn would barter all for coffee and a friendly ear
- Old Country migratory observation with familial duty
- New Features, Further Discussion
- Grubby, drunken and promiscuous
- blonde, freckles, skinny, short (person)