Saturday, December 24, 2005

I can't be your superman

"We can be friends ; I'll call you again
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car I'll be in
See how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that; neither do I
I don't want to flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride, between you and I
Not a jealous man but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two
I'd never love you enough to trust you"

- - M. Mathers, Superman

I Don't Mind At All

"My darling," she said at last, "are you sure you don't mind being a mouse for the rest of your life?"

"I don't mind at all," I said. "It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like so long as someone loves you."

- - R. Dahl, The Witches

Sunday, December 11, 2005

matthew and terrance present - - asian philosophy [ lite ]

Terrance.chipbarkmoo. just look, just look at you, pretty and perfect... says:
its like yesterdays garbage but flipped into the heart shaped stains you've left on your slippers





- - - d v 8 i'm da vinci says:

lol

he laughed out loud, "LOL LOL LOL", in that strange way he did, as the kitchen cabinets cried, "did you turn off the tap?" the giraffe in the window nodded but stated rather meanly, "the light bulb burned out."

we cried. we loved that light bulb





Terrance.chipbarkmoo. just look, just look at you, pretty and perfect... says:
Seven days and all we've got is this poetic tragedy lingering at our doorsteps
Don't tell the maid, cause she'll most definitily say..."Hundred and one reasons for me to sleep"





- - - d v 8 i'm da vinci says:
I eyed the sign - - which said "I I I". "Ai, Ai, Ai" i read aloud.

"no my dear boy" the hat said behind me. i spun around, but the hat had no head under it - - or above it for that matter; "it's pronounced 'okaly dokaly pokaly', not 'Ai Ai Ai' " it laughed.

I threw it on the ground and sat on it.

"you farted," the hat said.





Terrance.chipbarkmoo. just look, just look at you, pretty and perfect... says:
Remember the times when we froliced down upside down bridges and concaved trees?
Bleed.
Bleed.
Bleed.
Just give me a reason and a half not to take this organ and throw it in front of your flaming house you flaming plate of disease.





- - - d v 8 i'm da vinci says:

i tried to take her - - my favorite girlfriend (shes my friend whos a girl, not a girlfriend) and i tried to frolic. instead, i bra-licked.

which sounds the same and even rhymes, but is in fact quite a different action.

she screamed and turned red.

to this day, i do not know if she liked it or not





Terrance.chipbarkmoo. just look, just look at you, pretty and perfect... says:
They call it a hicky
Even though its not sticky
You talk about licking
And at home medicating
On these burned out non-scented candles
And we're falling
But not up
This time its down





- - - d v 8 i'm da vinci says:
the lead singer of the band (he wore a cowboy hat and a lab coat while he played, because he thought it was a good thing to do - - you know, in case any hot cowgirls or scientettes came by), the lead singer came by and said, "bad news. my jupiter fly trap died today."

i laughed. "you mean venus fly trap."

he showed me the label. written in crayon, it was probably the most credible piece of construction paper certificate i had ever seen.

"w-w-w-w-well i'll be damned." i stuttered.




Terrance.chipbarkmoo. just look, just look at you, pretty and perfect... says:
crayon writtin bandages under this snapped fendi caned boy
we'll call this home






and quits.




- - - d v 8 i'm da vinci says:
i tried to put my key in her ignition, just like in the song. but it didn't really work as well. my honda key didn't fit into her grand-am.

i was pretty embarrased.

"Serving # 4!"

"Serving # 4!"

I clutched my # 5 tightly - - my hands grew slightly sweaty. Rightly so - - some idiot had set the thermostat too high - -

"It's hot as blazes in here!"

I turned my head to see a curiously fat woman. She was wearing an amusing assortment of scarves - - in this weather! I thought, wanting to shake my head in wonder; what nerve. She was sweating as well, disgustingly so - - standing behind me. She made me ill, cheeks and forehead glistening as she stood, nostrils flaring slightly as she breathed.

She breathed in the remotest definition of the word. No, I was incorrect - - she drank the air - - drinking it in as a beached whale does - - loudly and wetly.

I peeked at her number.

"# 92, eh," I stated flatly, while shaking my head in an unsincere sympathetic motion. "That's going to be quite a wait."

Two rather large elderly people (was everyone in here obsese?) waddled by, and I caught a glimpse of their rather stranger conversation.

"...And so, the reason the crayola's will cost 20 dollars is because they are pre-sharpened - - "

"Pre-sharpened! Ha! I have a 99 cent pencil sharpener that does the same thing!"

The rather hippo-ish woman in back of me drew my attention quickly to her by sniffling loudly. What cheek, I thought, and with a condensending air I did not feel, I added: "I'm next."

"Serving # 92!!"

And she was gone.


- - - dreaming during sunday morning sermon - 1