Bantering with Octagons

[sigh]

but i have shut the fuck up
i'm not making a sound
(other than the clicking of my keyboard keys)

sooo
let's just walk to the corner store instead
and buy a pound or two of cabbages
and make some slaw
i've got fresh tomatoes
a bottle of wine
good music
and a big tub full of soapy bubbles

prey upon me please
to be eaten is ecstasy, after all

 

[Dillinger]

fuck the shut up
better wood than good in the hood
understood?

Four score and like two swinging couples and I'm not talking golf, y'all.

Where's that damn quantum uncertainty when you need it?

 

[cybergirly]

Quantum uncertainty, like most things in life, is always there when you really need it. There is, of course, a difference in when you think you need it, and when you really do. All of life is a game, not unlike golf, but not like unlike boxing either. Sometimes a rabbit is really just a rabbit, and other times it is really a groose. If you know what I mean.

 

[sigh]

rabbit, rabbit
goose, goose
hop and honk along
but watch out because a rabid goose
will drool white slime
and bite
and you'll have to get shots
and everything

and there was this one HUGE rabid goose named cujo
and he trapped these people in a car
so
they ate him for their christmas dinner

that showed him

 

[Jim_Henson]

Last time I checked cujo was a duck, NOT a goose, and he was only white at the front cause of strange breeding.

We did still having him for dinner though.

I like eating Duck.

 

[sigh]

i am duck
eat me please
i'm especially good with hollandaise sauce, i'm told

hollandaise and rose water
dribbled upon my breasts
and fresh rain sprinkled over all
follow with a light drizzle of melted butter
that runs all the way down to...
well
you know

saute' until firm to the fork
then eat without teeth
please

 

[Dillinger]

Oranges, apples, ducks. Its all the same and then again its knot. Square, hitch, slip. But that the banana, and we really don't want to go there.

 

[perks]

Oranges, apples, ducks. Its all the same and then again its knot. Square, hitch, slip. But that the banana, and we really don't want to go there.

Ducks like bananas. There's photographic evidence. They also like wolves and puppies and whales and boy ducks. A lot.

ducks are naughty.

 

[Jim_Henson]

Ducks are also dinner.

See, I'm going to eat sigh with honey and a carrot, raw of course.

And when that is done, I'll spank her for being all naughty and perky in the first place.

As what should be done of course.

Oh god, oh yes, oh god YES.

 

[Dillinger]

Perking up at the sound of a duck dinner? L'orange? L'green? L'red riding hood. I'd do her, maybe on the hood of my car. Or in the hood. Wearing a hood. Cloaked. Caped. Holy shit storm, I'm Batman. Where's that bitch Robin when you need him?

 

[sigh]

this duck is a runnin'
every which way and that
trying to flee the feast

don't get me wrong, love
it's not that i don't like being eaten
(far from it)
but main course at the duckeaters' ball is a bit much

but then again...(the carrot sounds interesting)
who called me naughty?

like all good ducks in flight
i love to make a V
(catch me if you can)

 

[Dillinger]

V
gravity
Its like a big sucking ball
Or an alien
Or an alien sucking a big ball
Pinch me

 

[tortoise]

The Kenosha Kid was killed by a giant adenoid in the shape of a V-2 rocket, which fell from the sky in a perfectly described gravitational parabola.

 

[sigh]

falling from the sky
in a lighning quick sort of way
call it a free fall if you will
a sickening plummet
from grace

i see it all the time
so many ways to justify rudeness
you can cover it by being cool
with a smile and a wink
or a sarcastic reply
but it's all shit
it's all rude
it's all

wrong

bye all
see you around sometime

 

[Dillinger]

I remember in high school when we all learned about parabolas and they were so cool because they looked like tits! Too bad they didn't just fall from the sky, though.

 

[cybergirly]

I remember in high school when things feel from the sky, no one believed me. They said I just had big tits. Why can't things fall from the sky? Didn't the apple fall from the sky? It's not my fault I liked to lay down under trees.

 

[Dillinger]

I remember high school where all the girls with big tits were unapproachable. Damn them and their big tits! Actually just damn them and point me to where them thar tits are today. Did I mention tits today? Not a day goes by where there aren't tits everywhere I look. Usually its a good thing. Its fun to look. Sometimes one wants to touch but for some strange reason not everyone wants their tits touched by strangers. Especially the girls with the big tits. They're saving them, you know. Not sure for what, but it must be something big.

 

[cybergirly]

Saving myself for Mr. Right. Or was it for Mr. Right-now? Maybe it was for Mr. Wrong. Yeah that's it, Mr. Wrong-Right-Now. He promised me the stars and gave me the moon. What was I suppose to do with the moon? Oh yeah that's right, he was just a dream, a dream of dancing with talking lollipops while Tori Amos played on the radio. Oh no wait, maybe that wasn't a dream. Or was it?

 

[sigh]

bring it on home
to a dream if you must
light the sky with candles of sage grass
and butter

watch the sparks rise
with the butterflies
see the stench of the dung of a buffalo robe
as a cloud
of green
and brown

smearing myself with bloody offal
after the slaughter is done
isn't actually fun
but it is rather interesting
(and it's great for attracting flies)

 

[Dillinger]

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference if you're a car
Anything your buffalo desires
Will cum on you

If you fart in a dream
Nothing else is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As reamers do

Fate is your behind
It brings sparks and a fat dove
The sweet ass filling of
Their secret longing

Like a high school tits out of the blue
Fate steps in and laughs
When you wish upon a star
A buffalo will cum on you


Hi-diddle-dee-dum

 

[cybergirly]

Twinkle, twinkle little star
how I wonder if you are
but a figment of my mind
wouldn't that put everyone in a bind

Dancing once upon that star
like a dancer upon the bar
without a reason to go that far
why not dance upon the bar

Sharing more of ones self
without a more reasonable elf
what would the world so big
think of such a great big wig

Big hair is so 80's why do people insist upon keeping that fad alive?

 

[sigh]

i'm a little hair girl myself
a crown of auburn curls
but then i'm lazy
and couldn't possibly handle the big hair thing

here a hare, there a hare
bouncing through the forest
gun goes off
hare no more
off to gut and skin

rabbit pie isn't really all that good

 

[cybergirly]

I was lost and afraid, untill a stranger offered me rabbit pie.
I wandered through the dirt and dust of life alone, untill a stranger offered me rabbit pie.
I Walked with no one beside me talking to myself, untill a stranger offered me rabbit pie.

I had never seen such kindness, such generousity, untill a stranger offered me rabbit pie.
I had not smiled so freely nor laughed with so much glee, untill a stranger offered me rabbit pie.
I had not known someone could care so much, or so deeply untill a stranger offered me rabbit pie.

Rabbit pie doesn't taste nearly as bad as some people believe.

 

[Dillinger]

Its all about the hair pie. Full or trimmed. Blonde or brunette. With or without whip cream.

Cherries.

Peachy keen. Cool beans. Screaming for ice cream.

Beets are the secret to immortality.

 

[Jim_Henson]

I have a furry bunny

Its white
Its big
It smells good
It reminds me of my love
I hug it a squeeze it and carry it around

I dont call it george.

A 23 year old is NOT supposed to do that you know.