tinny earwhistles march to the drum of a cantonese salesman of wallpaper.
each time the skinny blows, we leap about like frogs and walruses.
give it time, they say. we know better.
every muffin rolls about in mud and perpetuates the cycle.
green glasses on the verandah. don’t kiss her there!
can’t you see the tightening about her mouth, that scolding
backward glance. each time we cry it apes a bitter role.
when the sausages are done, there and there and there,
there will be a feast, a feast of heaven on sticks.
no lil’ smokes for you or me. if only I could fasten
a holographic smoke projector to my hand and mouth:
it would save all the coffin trouble which follows.
if you’re not careful, your lungs and eyes will fill with yellow smoke.
why does the dancing care so much?
the nails need paring, soon they scratch the flesh.
similarly, when all the hulas began to sway,
the girl in black cut our heart away. her smile the knife.
here have a piece, take it gladly. i’ve no regrets.
i’ve no regrets.
when the burlyman stands on his soapbox raging, do we listen?
do we? we don’t want to hear about regrets.
choke that yellow sauce down. make the belly lurch.
trance your state: eat the sausage now and no regret.
even though it makes the sidewalls quake, still
juggling that standard matchstick. inform the keeper.
uncles keep keeling over. smashed to bits by the all-
devouring mother. how can we save the uncles?
there’s only tiny mishmashed left… how sad.
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Janis Ian Articles
Janis Ian
writes well and convincingly about the issues and ideas surrounding the music
sharing “problem”. I would recommend you read it.
Inference Group: The Dasher Project: Development AUTHOR: yarl grenn
Wired 10.04: Peace Is War
Bruce Sterling
is scary, but he seems to have his head screwed on straight, common-sensical
style, presenting what seems to be very useful information in a cant-free
way. one would do well to keep an eye on what he has to say, methinks…
let the universe fall into
hooray for thinking robots! a
murkled howitzers
NINEAEM… what a glassy cornucopia
this is. it makes my head wander in several new directions. like sideways
and perpendicular.
testing testing with a big
testing testing with a big fat post
Anarchism Triumphant AUTHOR: yarl grenn
old old old
blogger’s been giving me a headache. my archives won’t republish. apparently
I don’t have the “permission” for it. it’s just rather aggravating. it’s
sad to lose the archives. makes me wish I knew more about html and all of
that business. I thought the point of blogger was that you didn’t need to
know that stuff. much.