Prophesies

[Dillinger]

Repave the dome, or deal the brie. I don't care. Ciao, baby, the boars stop little gobs. This is how I see it, anyway.

Zelda lies in the raw dome while Teri sits atop a hill of beans. I empower you to steam the blue sable until it seeps. This is the way it is.

He survived the ordeal, even the test of the tiny pews. At the same time the flap over the damn bra continues unabated. The lamb hates me. This will not change.

The oboe is slim and oiled. Pee Wee swaps a Monet for an Easter vest. Liza aches for an Impala. Athena rests at sea while Ralph Nader and Van Dyke boo her beauty. This is our future... This is our past.

 

[Mistress]

 

[lavender]

 

[Renegade]

Guys, I think Dillinger has been doing 'shrooms again.

Either that, or him and Gnufi are becoming more and more the same with each passing day.

 

[lavender]

Renegade

 

[Ally C]

What a state!

After reading the above:

If 'the great state of the mind' has a state capital, I bet it's called Dillinger ...

 

[R Nitelight]

I knew he was going to say that....

 

[Renegade]

Re: Renegade

I have thought the same thing several times in the last week or two.

Maybe one day he'll register again as something like "Dillfi" like he said in another thread?

 

[Dillinger]

And did you know that this fine-tune feedback circuit of erythropoiesis... maintains and adjusts erythrocyte levels... to meet the oxygen needs of the peripheral tissues... helps prevent anemia. Its true, look it up.

Alert! Visual information incoming:
Dom (man, age 74) watches passing train, at travel agency, at Rotarian's lunch, at Shriner's Dinner, in Church with his wife, doing volunteer work in nursing home and hospital. This sequence of images continues forever. Sty tooned four father envelopments.

I enjoined you're ladder. Keep knee roasted of yore onglowing indentures. The chick is in the mail. Wait for it.

Oh yes, I almost forgot: I am very glad to be back in the U.S. where I can again enjoy the great weather and facilities here in Palm Springs and, with all respect to our British friends and partners, back where I think we have it right-because it's the beer that's cold... and the women who are warm.

She's got styling aids from a line of products she is already loyal to. She can get the hold she wants... for the styles she wants... with the vitamins and nutrients she needs to keep her hair healthy. In short, she can remain a trend setter. No one can top her style... her ability to have the right style at the right time. Remember this, it is important... It can bake all the indifference in the whirled.

 

[Cheyenne]

Nope, I'm from the North. I recognize the signs of cabin fever anyhere.

Poor, poor Dilly.

 

[BrainyBeauty]

After drinking a cup of decapitated jabba, I actually understood these giblets.

 

[Dillinger]

"Come grapes intelligence in how I be question... After am swims, needs war... Variable habits... Dark lie fine print... Crazy later as sex." (Question: dark before/after strangers?) Here slower concept: done run dead.

Music: task, am spaceship Earth. Science: reason, let there come. Lie: can it discipline the overcome reform magician? Grapes: down ready, sex. Present universe in overnight experience.

Sex am instinct... Take variable wrong. Free justice, grapes euphoric... Dark raise, young call, below is total scientist (walk incentive). Do future science - be discipline. Habitual before form.

Me before form. Two brain task.

Space - the feeling juice.

 

[Cheyenne]

Oh, boy. The cabin fever is getting worse! I hope the weather is nice tomorrow so Dillinger can got outside for some fresh air.

 

[lavender]

 

[Angel]

Cabin Fever? I think he just needs to stop performing those skyclad rituals in front of the microwave.

 

[Dillinger]

Our going. This mission. It is four apples and marshmallows.

Captain Kierkegaard

 

[lavender]

 

[Dillinger]

Jim Beam. Captain Kierkegaard. Up your Scotty too Hottie.

Work is for meaningful leapfrogs.

Contextual mints, anyone?

 

[lavender]

 

[Ask For More]

He's a one man army, brought to this earth to wrought confusion and odd metaphors upon the world in a hail of misplaced words.

Or maybe he's just bonkers

 

[Dillinger]

Swim, reform one conscious. Better upset your habitual knowledge.

Being better is. Drop as the exotic later life. Done clock your swim. Can having art round brain? Right! How? Concept: years, night, no one top space.

Lie student knowledge down. CONSCIOUS IS NOT QUESTION. Know future instinct. Time Am I.

Her travel round time. Conscious appeal am night work. Think we're GOD. Grapes there two hide true brain.

Reorganize. Total anything (bus fare). I true erotic. Telekinesis future instinct. Sworn free form walk were better. Control you law. Magical grapes where wrong. Past wonderful...

 

[MinkSoul]

Hey Dill....

your not smoking nutmeg and staring into a bowl of water are you?

 

[lavender]

 

[Dillinger]

Might just straighten everything out frontwards or rightways.

 

[jcgirl]

Another case for not drinking the bong water