Animal farm, or, big trouble in little China

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but by being eaten alive by the animal kingdom in a mirror universe Faces of Death with an elephant or a weasel behind the camera

Pleasant diversion

Because people are pretentious pricks, here's something that isn't.

Full service, or, star-crossed transactioning, or, I'm still twelve years old hee hee hee

I live to give.

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I'd do anything for customer service training, but I won't do that.

Trying to buy my silence?

I will not be ignored.

Better that zone than a phantom one.

Although, they've neither patrons nor micromanagers, lucky bastards.

Get out right now

I always feel like Rockwell.

Why should shrooms monopolize fairy rings?

Stop following me.

You too.

Vertigo.

Lilliputian.

OH MY GOD BEAR ATE OUR FOOD HOW CAN THAT BE?

Serene.

Goopy.

Peekaboo.

Lake Erie Monster, fossilized.

Cut it out.

Boom stick.

Archy --

& Pothead.

Pretty ceiling.

I think I shall never see
hey, Sideshow Bob's a tree

Betcha can't find me --

-- if I hide way down here.

Waiting for Wotan #13

"It's awful."

"Worse than the pantomime."

"Waiting for Wotan?"

"Waiting for Messi to score against Chelsea."

Because I'm easily amused, or, we're all wasted

No, not that.

That.

I don't know about you, but zoning out & drawing variations of Eddie the 'ead on my folder senior year, meshing them together, I was pretty excited about that.

Reflective powers

It's funny but not standup how I've got more noodle-rattling oodles than ever, but the ubiquitous perplexity of punctilious coherence [ed. note: egads] notwithstanding, filtering the scattershot through sieves & into useable voltage, that's a gloveless climb of K2, thus a tune & a lament, like this. Upon further reflection, yes, I am an assembly line of many hats.

Apparently, there's some Serious going on in November or tomorrow or yesterday, but seriously, whatever, shit gets in the way of versification [ed. note: holy shit, I finished two in a weekish, that's like ambition Jake says ewww] & fine-tuning my slack towards chord practice. Storm of the Yeti will play live at least four times (yes, the basement walls count as separate dates) because what's left but penning a never-to-be-seen wizards, weed, & outer space epic whilst sitting in a pool of mold-encrusted pizza boxes.

Squint real hard when shafts of sunset pierce the glass, looks like jade.

Low would be the ideal, you would think. You would be fucking stupid. Entirely unfair, you would be unaware that low feeds upon itself, & in fact, isn't itself at all. One-way has little to no forks; thereat lies the mystery & wonder of gazing at the smear that surrounds & finding the outlines of stars, or at the very least talking about nothing, which is everything, its inherent un-serious-nesse the most potent serious imaginable.

I did, Yoda, so it's back to try because that X-Wing is too fucking heavy.

Bird is the word

Jive turkey pheasant grouse fowl foul who knows wow.