Bantering with Octagons

[Black_Bird]

Choosing sides like a penny but I'm not made of copper, iron or steel. Ah steel - the fabric of our lies, er, lives. Still, it isn't as easy as it used to be; it's no longer black and white, 1 and 2 or was that 0 and 1 or was that fuck it I'm wasting time!!! Rabbit hole Rabbit hole where did the sodomites hide that Rabbit hole. Only the penny knows, but its talking out of both sides.

 

[sigh]

penny nickle dime quarter
dead presidents in a row
like rushmore without roosevelt

stone monuments squatting amongst the mountains
carved with dynamite, hammers and strength
a USA sort of thing...flex and wink, then crush
as needed

2 bucks a bottle

 

[tortoise]

elemental surreptitious
excremental syrup dishes
existential so repetitious
existential so repetitious

monumental trepidation
mortar and pestle trepanation
reprehensible recreation
free prehensile tail creations

existential so repetitious
existential so repetitious
existential so repetitious
existential so repetitious

 

[sigh]

excremental syrup
now there's an image for you
eeesh

goes for what? 2 bucks a bottle?
eeesh

 

[Black_Bird]

Images on the curve of a bottle make the Imax seem tame. I've got my papers ready; I've got my dis-infection. Some people more content watching the colors flow over the neck and down the concave surfaces. Here come the bureaucrats, insuring that I'm American. What's my pin code? What's my number? Flashes of brilliant forest green blind my red eye from crushing institutions.

 

[freescorfr]

Administrative mustard tops the amazon blue. Self replicating organisations play the prisonner's dillemma and I'll scratch your back if you'll scratch mine . The jilted scavangers grin protrudingly at maluscules. Huntington's career runs in first.

 

[scylis]

you know, i was wondering what this thread was about for some time. never had the inkling to check it out before now. i think i'm going to leave now before i get infected by you ppls exestentialist schizophrenia.

*kicks an octagon on my way out*

 

[Dhalgren]

A blip?
Did you hear that?
Someone from Mundania said something…but
Fuck!
..if I understood anything from the transmission.

Shh..
It’s just Earthprime you think you're hearing when they are saying things backwards two steps to your right.

 

[Black_Bird]

Earthprimes. Dick Double shot please the palace EARTHPRIMES! Hasn't anyone sicked the videotapes on him yet? If you give them his scent, they'll say the alphabet backwards while good will hunting.

Damn earthprimes kicking octagons! He kicked Bill. I was having a delightfully painful conversation with Bill.

 

[Dhalgren]

Ode To Bill..
He was one great transmitter.
He played the sitar with the best 8 sided dice around.
Somebody will miss him.
Bill is dead.
He was kicked in the head.

 

[Black_Bird]

Shall we dig Bill a grave along his auntie decagon? Or is that too incestuous? Imagine - little inbred polygons running around with fake mustaches on; Bill would have liked that. Cut down in the prime number of his life. We'll miss Bill... and his bazooka. He had a really big bazooka... He showed it to me one time. *blush*

 

[Dhalgren]

Who hasn’t seen Bill's mighty Bazooka?
Did I burst your bubble?

Oh, by the parapluie Cosmos!
I will miss every bubble made today.

 

[Black_Bird]

Bubbles... ah. So tender, so smooth, so fuckable. I can see why people get so upset when they burst. Bubblely well build blonds. Bouncing blue eyed Blonds. Hitler was sooo wrong. But still, we're a gaggle of baywatch clit and dick lickers.

Raise the roof, there's a party going on in my head! Bring bombs and licorice. Bring StarTrek Movies and electrical wire. It's going to be a half ass, all the way!

 

[cymbidia]

Half-assed and wholly fucked, silent screaming, plastic smiling, good good good vibrations. Not.

 

[Black_Bird]

Good good good, good vibrations.
Good good good, good vibrations.
Good good good, good vibrations.
Good good goo *BANG*



*BANG*



*BANG*



*BANG*

Looks like Paul finally heard about the Beach-Boy incident at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

 

[Dillinger]

Bang bang... went the half-assed Chitty Well's Fargo North Dakota Trolly. Bang Bang on the door baby! Bouncing bazooka mustard flavored bubblegum. Give me all your sugar, Mama!

 

[Black_Bird]

Mustard Gas Flavored Bubble Gum!!! My favorite. Now to give some to my worse enemy. I've got reason, I've got spunk, I'm done teasin', I've done sunk. Blow, motherfucker, blow Bubbles. The monkey, Bubbles. The monkey, Bubbles.

Anyone got a napkin? I've got monkey spunk on my face.

 

[cymbidia]

Mama wants to take these broken wings and learn to fly but the bubblegum is bogging her down, slowing her up, and blowing her glide, easy like sunday morning, right out that door.

 

[Black_Bird]

Sunday morning drugs; peace, child, peace. You've got your television set, and I've got a little baliey's in my coffee. You've got your bubble gum and I've got a cancer stick to chew on. You've got all day to lounge around while I'm chasing the next joint or bud.

Shots ring out. I'm hit. I'm a hit; snort me up. Become one with the cosmos... I'll put a knife in your skull. Black Black Black Blacker then blood and a funeral on Sunday Morning.

 

[cymbidia]

Cosmos growing greenly down low and then SPLASHING up high.
SPLASHING laughter lashing, wild child all riled up, chortling with gleeful freedom on long strong legs. In the beginning, anyway.

 

[Black_Bird]

Laughing children; they hold my heart. Who else do you entrust something so precious? The goblins under our cars? No. The dust under our feet? No. The blinding demons lighting our office space? No. Laughing children will do! They're God's gaurdians, after all.

 

[sigh]

laughing children dance ecstatic
across a lawn of silver
giggle child giggle
while you can

rush ahead on gilded wings
sailing
sailing

if only there were an ocean here

 

[Black_Bird]

Contemplative ocean waves.
Sweet rolls of thunder.
Caressing flashes of lightning.
Candy corn asana.
Breathing through your fingernails.

 

[freescorfr]

Sub-cutaneous respiration in the remnants of yesterday's scratchings. Mucous touch excites but fingernails cut. Terminator of the great sardine adventure, bathroom closeted, new breasted, a children's game.
Invite more pigmies, Albion.

 

[Black_Bird]

Book.
Lighter.
Glass.
Water.
Cards.
Pencil.
Pen.
Bag.
Keys.
Knife.
Watch.
Wax.
Plate.
Twist Tie.
My Sanity.