Bantering with Octagons

[Dillinger]

My little magnolia-coloured chinese bed has become a wild stinky ghost that spends its time betting heavily on mouse races and breathing in blue asteriks disguised as a S.W.A.T team.

 

[sigh]

team a mouse in a three-legged race with a asterisk if you can

make it blue
bob its tail
(and don't forget the eyedrops)

lethal examples of pincusion alleyways lead to underscored life expectancies
you just can't avoid it

 

[theGatsby]

What is the life expectancy of the average African Swallow? The left handed bob-tailed mouse wins all the races, because of Algernon.

 

[Guest]

 

[Dillinger]

Lethal African mice make blue examples of left-handed chinese ghosts who swallow blind pincushions in alleyways lined with stinky bugs.

 

[Guest]

 

[Dillinger]

Octagonal mice with pincushion lives
Ghostly ecstacy of touchpad wisdom
Woodchuck rites with magnolia wives
Watching the life of flow from his cum

These are a few of my favorite things.

 

[sigh]

magnolia evergreens in an endless drift
over seas of pea in a boat of soup
water water
everywhere

may i have a drink please?

sun baked roses grow hard
like the breath of eager salmon
on their run to the waters
of their youth

egads,
why is this so?

 

[Dillinger]

watersun
seacracker (with cheese)
drinking blue wisdom
With a side of fries

 

[rubymyst]

watersun
seacracker (with cheese)
drinking blue wisdom
With a side of fries

 

[Dillinger]

It exists because it can.

!

!

!!

!!

!!!

!!!

http://www.peak.org/~dadaist/Art/tears.jpg

 

[sigh]

can-can dancing in a tip-tapping swirly sort of way leads to angry drug-related deaths on the altered freeway of anglican origins

well...that's what i was told, anyway

and my source
was very
reliable

 

[Dillinger]

I would I could could but I can't can't - at least for a while while. I'm going to be octa-octa-octagonless for a week or more...

Fnord.

 

[sigh]

a weak week of no octagons
nor paragons
nor virtue
no less

what shall we do?

 

[Fierix]

My orange bowler caught fire. Now I'll never see St. Vincent.

 

[sigh]

bowling for octagons is the sport of kings
and flames are the light
of the devil's own
merriment

St Vincent sailed on a gilded cross of stone

 

[april-wine]

She flutters in like a moth to a flame
I smile at the warmth she brings
I blink
She is not but a shadow
I smile at the warmth she leaves

 

[april-wine]

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[sigh]

warmth from a fart
and the tongue of a frog

some shadows (methinks) are best left unlit

gang the story if you can and note the particulars of potatoes as they gather their eyes for an assault on the merry and the wicked

for as i said, some shadows are best left...

 

[april-wine]

The eyes have it
The nose knows
In and out the world turns
Sappy, happy, silly for two

 

[sigh]

eye no this is difficult
but ear me out
who nose what you might learn

hmmm?

 

[Yoni]

i nose
truth does not always absolve
i nose
one more year does does mean being more wise
i nose

"The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom. "

i nose
i yearn

 

[rubymyst]

and
hugs
my
friend

the truth may not absolve
but it
does set
you
free

 

[sigh]

fragrant energies of roses divine
rise in scintillating sheets
through crisp air
and nightsong

my friend
my hug
isn't enough, you know
for it can't convey
nearly
what is felt
inside

a bow is worth a thousand apologies

 

[rubymyst]

bow
bent but
not
broken

angry tears
distorted rainbow
wet gray eyes
gradations of grey