Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

But it is raining ducks and fucks. Even as the spider penguins plan their attack. I fear the tomato.

 

[perks]

But it is raining ducks and fucks. Even as the spider penguins plan their attack. I fear the tomato.

tomoatoes don't cry.

 

[Guest]

But they weep seeds of absence into the copper soil of illusion.

 

[perks]

But they weep seeds of absence into the copper soil of illusion.

only when it's melting pinecones into crosses.

 

[Guest]

Then crucify my visions into forests of alternate existence

 

[perks]

Then crucify my visions into forests of alternate existence

repent thy powerpuff girls and I'll let you bathe in my orchard.

 

[Guest]

Buttercup is dead on the cross my soul needs a shower.

 

[perks]

I smell a trickle of daisies splattering tie dye across your blank canvas.

 

[kotori]

banter

http://www.usfca.edu/westciv/ziggurarut.GIF

I think at Octogon House they'd call that the stepped pyramid of Saqqarha

 

[Mischka]

But they weep seeds of absence into the copper soil of illusion.

Her fruit and no one's seed cling to each other's shadows and rot unnoticed. My brain endures watery mind bubbles, while the world splashes on.

 

[Dillinger]

But a brand new spanking day has dawned of the dead sea scrolls. See spot run.

 

[alexandraaah]

Dill,

How can the mind eat fantasies if rotten glass and half shot fantasies are lurking behind the neon screen?

Just askin'

 

[Guest]

 

[bluespoke]

If a man speaks in a forest and there is no woman to hear him, is he still wrong?

Of course, it's the one and only indisputable fact on this thread.

That and the fact that I appear to be the only one not drunk or on mind altering drugs!

 

[Dillinger]

I dispute that. And this. And everything. Indisputably I dispute the theory of rotton glass with the forest woman. She is not there. Rather she manifests as a hardcover copy of "The History of Freemasonry."

 

[Guest]

 

[Dillinger]

Prisms are prysmic only as prior results of the Indy 500 can substantiate. It is, in fact, part of the true state of tea and china that they are more like monster trucks then they are like themselves.

 

[Black_Bird]

I dispute that. And this. And everything. Indisputably I dispute the theory of rotton glass with the forest woman. She is not there. Rather she manifests as a hardcover copy of "The History of Freemasonry."

Well tickle my toes and out the window Fred Goes, it's You and I'm me and we both killed our family! How was YOUR titty fucking day? Lah Dee Dah.

 

[Guest]

Dill...

 

[Black_Bird]

Re: Dill...

That's an erroneous supposition founded on fallacious strawman homilies.

In actual fact, yaks linger poderously on the north face at sunset.

When they're not burning paper tigers in effigy, that is.

Please step away from any science paraphernalia; we are going to dig up Hitler, fuck his bleeding ass again, and beat him turnips.... So STAND THE FUCK BACK!

 

[lavender]

 

[Dillinger]

I think of sundaes on Sunday. Soda straws coloring the sunset in tiger orange flames of expresso infused reductionism.

 

[erosman]

Assholish flute fanned the broom of platitudinal billboard pics.

 

[alexandraaah]

existential cowgirls and glamorous burrs raise the shadow of competence to sweltering maggots.

 

[Guest]