ain't we been usin' a little?
 

If the thought form's "death"
and the delight's not in life,
where did it go, sods?

Transform my rickshaw into a chariot please.

My cul-de-sac is a dead-end without right angles.

What I thought was a shelf of slate turned out to be slated muck instead.

One night I tried reading some Joyce, and it made sense.
The next morning, it didn't again.

It looked solid but I fell in.

it needed doin'...

he needed killin'

You can't underestimate the endless cycle of the overestimate.

What come that from?

now that's the overstatement of the hour

and what planet
does he inhabit?

And what color is the sky there?

Light, variable:
Dark & more or less constant.
Hell, it's the same as yours!

An eagle flew over my head and it squeaked.

Is still squeaking.

There are not enough references to mucus in rock and roll.

Caress the trees,
shred the leaves,
of well preserved,
and powerful,
glances.

sounded like mucus...

green in and of itself.

"come", they say. "Kneel".
I know it's strange, but I deal.

Cemetary things
are only mostly corpses:
There are ideas.

(ABR)

The ninth circle is devine.
Jump in.
The water's fine.

The ring around my planet appreciates my humor, and returns it.

(ABR)

the ring around my collar is less than humorous

The dogs of war can be a bore
The dogs of hate always berate
The dogs that rate are us
We are the dogs of this here fate.

collar the shepherd
and breathe deep.

"W" kills u.s.
& "we" don't seem to mind it:
This thread fit "weapons".

(ABR)

"Weapon" is simply "love" by another name.

Bang bang...

Nancy Sinatra knows...

I'd put up the vid, but my computer is wounded.

Dalida?

Cher?

Bono wrote it.

go-go boots to go.
she sits pretty.

My cigarettes hide in the dark.

giggling

The road to hell is not paved with good intentions. It is paved with frozen tax attorneys. The devil sometimes likes to go skating.

I didnt know I was, but apparently I was.

innocent

pat benatar hit alla y'all with her best shot...

I'm just another notch on her lipstick case.

my heel took on a life of its own and stepped in the sauce,
hungry for a tip of the hat.

Achilles?
Can that be your shade?
How's your foot?

(My hat is feeling a little cocky right now, or I'd show it.)

Helmets and hats and head coverings, oh my.

Fishnets with stiletto heels jumping stiff-legged upon my chest.

That sounds painful, like roadside bombs and feeble-minded philosophy. (we been usin' a little of both)

Parochialism
and maybe propaganda
create these results.

oh, whip me, beat me...

All the king's horses and all the king's men,

noticed the Emperor hasn't been wearing any clothing,

for a long long time.

1/20/ o'nine,
won't you be my valentine?

By your command
before you here I stand
my heart is in my hand (yeecch)
It's here that I must be.

My soul entreats
just hear those savage beats
and go put on your cleats
and come and trample me

Your heart is hard as stone or mahogany
thats why I'm in such exquisite ahgony
My soul is on fire, It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire when we tango....

mmmmm
tanguera.

Im hungry.

My soul is on fire, It's aflame with desire,
Which is why I perspire when we watch Tango and Cash.

"our pistols are hungry,
our tempers are short;
we are the cops of the world..."

- phil ochs

She might get out a nightstick
and hurt me real real bad
by the roadside
in a ditch
with a click...

She's got me under pressure.

when did ottopilot begin to look so much like tango with a pipe?

Is it sexy?

Ceci n'est pas une pipe, it is an ever billowing smokestack of cool

Qu'est-ce que vous penser?!

Bien sûr, sa sexy.

*

So is French, especially when breathy.

Oh yeah.

sometimes i pee when i laugh...

I've considered using Depends for recreational use.

Good for water balloons when you're all out of balloons.

Don't wanna risk losing that cushy seat at the bar, eh Otto?

No longer so sexy.

If I remember correctly, Delight became Delirium, either way, there's fun to be had.

Wow! It could get extra cushy around closing time. or was that "gooshy"?

Now that's forward thinking! :thumbsup:

I nominate Sion for the Tilted Innovator award.

The other neat thing about depends is if you wet them down with condensed milk, they can pass for durian.

You remember correctly. But that's not nonsense.
"His madness keeps him sane," is nonsense of the most sensical kind.:orly:

"his madness keeps him sane" is common sense nonsense?

so what's nonsense of the nonsense kind?

Pretty much any of Delirium's dialog while she and Dream are looking for Destruction.

That's just crazy talk.

it's all fun and games 'til someone loses a wiener...

Take my thread and twist it?

Yes! Harder and faster!

I have things in the basement and the attic which might make you wet yourselves.

You shouldn't invade a sovereign nation, he said, without the brains to put his tongue in his cheek...

Autopodiophagy. Athlete's Tongue. Circumtheosodomgnosis.
Rats in the bathtub and chickens with springs;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Blissful exchange atop trampled roses... meaning what we don't say?

Sound and fury signifying gastroenteritis.

Its blue and sparkly and cute. Ick.

yeah...I'm a very good driver...yeah...slow in the driveway...yeah

ease it in, rev it now and then... the driveway.

ooooohhh, i just let that one rip!!!

I've been usin' a little too much lately... I fear an intervention.

I only be usin so I don't be losin

the four seasons: salt, pepper, mustard and vinegar...

what?!?! no ketchup?

No no no no.....
Caffeine, Nicotine, Alcohol, and Sex

"When the White Eagle of the north is flying overhead,
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn lie in gutter dead,
Remember then, the summer birds with wings of fire flaying,
Come to witness spring's new hope, born of leaves decaying.
As new life will come from death,
Love will come at leisure,
Love of love, love of life,
And giving without measure,
Gives in return, a wonderous yearn
Of a promise almost seen,
Live hand in hand, and together
We'll stand on the threshold of a dream."

She flipped, then he flipped her.

Its no longer flippant.

'Smoking kills. If you're killed, you've lost a very important
part of your life.'

Old men maneuver,
naive, trusting young puppies,
too often,toward wrong.

that's 'cause they ain't got the papers down...

Zig-Zags? or EZ-Widers?

I'm unarmed, and otherwise harmless.

Hell, I ain't even been usin' a little...I've been usin' a little bit more...

I read the news today oh boy

*

Id love to turn you on.

Looks like we might have an infestation of beatles and roaches.

I filled the hall with holes

And termites....

:sad: video is no longer available.

...are we usin' or losin'?

THis is what fingerpainting is for. (Unless you're using pudding, and then it's for something else entirely.)

i'll try again...

Pushing the moon, she headed out to sea as the fish barked her ass.

do fish really need bicycles?

magic carpets

or gossamer wings all silvery like.

Or someone who loves them enough to not explode (them).

This world, handed down, we must still participate in.

I submit that we may lead from behind.

Quickly, someone! Call the one in low-velocity earth orbit!

just like me,
they long to be,
close to you...

Each year, dozens of black men are born without soul....

Then the young black man said, "What are you talking about Willis?"

omg... you're right!