by Tomorrow's Man
I am not charity.
I am the domino
after the block of cheese
behind the smoking gun
near the skull with marbles for eyes
to the left of the running, running gerbil
above the now-empty shark tank
in front of the tipping fishbowl
astride another domino
and another below
and another
I am one of domino
in a Rube Goldberg nightmare where nothing ever begins
or ends.
Sometimes, I just have no idea how to put inked fingertip to paper.
Sometimes, I just can't find the right language.
Sometimes, being mute hurts less.
Sometimes, I just can't speak.
These days find me quiet and hurting, while my thoughts become refugees with no way out of my mind as the fires glow.
Confusius Say
"If one shakes the vending machine of life real hard, one still might not knock down the Zingers; sometimes, what we want always be three metal curlicues behind some cheap-ass cupcakes."
This is merely a test...
blah blah blah blah
-- mike
Mike is merely a test. Do not flunk him. Do not cheat. Approach him with a No. 2 pencil, and leave your apple at home; the teacher is not here, and is AFEARD OF WORMS.
I just lost, in a heartbeat due to the word TEST, the wonderfully effulvient quip I was about to share.
Maybe, instead, you needed to read me type
TEST.
There you go.
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Supervision of water in your dream symbolizes you're not understanding your emotional mood. Water - living oppression, and also a stream of life. It is also symbolical concerning spirituality, knowledge, curing and rest. Seeing the calmness, clear water in your dream means that you meet your spirituality. It specifies clearness, the world of opinion, and onomatopoeia.
Supervision of dirty water in your dream specifies that you roll in your negative emotions. You, probably, should devote some time to explaining concern for your opinion, and to finding a private world. Alternatively, it suggests that your reflection is saddened. Perhaps you should clean your mirror.
If you are shipped in dirty water it specifies that you are in on your head in a situation. Dream that water struggles to raise your house! Hearing a waterpipe in your dream specifies the Roto Rooter man.
Suggest that you had the maximum, supreme, and final control over your emotions, that you have "remained on top" of your emotions and that you will not allow them to blow up from a hand. This, this is symbolical concerning belief in you directly -- you CAN defeat the Roto Rooter man!
An interesting thing said to me today was, "She is not a cyborg."
That was eclipsed by the uttering of this phrase, "Oh you should have seen it spurt. I was bruised." Not to me, but in my vicinity.
However, all were laid low by the simple sentence forthcoming, which not only have I never before heard, but it is a sentence that could never have been enjoyed quite so much as it was today, just because today is today, yet again:
"I have to tell you, I never expected to find myself in a room full of feather boas."
I imagine most of them were pink. Just because I want to.
Thanks to several people, including Astra for the boas.
Not many people can claim that their flexor carpi ulnaris hates them, but according to my familiar, whom I call "Al," mine does.
This Morn Orgasmica
Rocket up my spine, Chinese dragon's teeth biting vertebrae with spark and glitter, swirl into the medulla and typhoon my short breaths, up goes the left arm, reach over my back and pull that power out with the splendor of a magma-red glowing third-eye sword and slice through every mundane morning.
Wheel my mind into the clean room, the silver and white is relaxing and nice for a Bauhausian mind like mine, pick up the gentle instruments of dissection and measure, approach the table, smile down and reassure my mind, then begin my thoughtopsy, rearranging what I know and what I feel, what I believe and what I dream, making more room for the unknown.
Love this day, a happy holiday for common sense, 13 reasons to believe in bats in every belfry and a sun that plans to sneak up your pants, Friday the 13th, chi chi chi, ha ha ha! It is time for horror to be the cake full of creepy chocolate bees, yum yum, chi chi, hee hee.
Today's Forecast
Sarasota, Florida:
Friday: Scattered rain and thunderstorms, then periods of rain and possibly a thunderstorm after 8am. Heavy rainfall. Chance of precipitation is 100%. High around 85. Windy, with a east southeast wind 14 to 17 mph increasing to between 84 and 87 mph.
Friday Night: Showers and thunderstorms likely after 11pm. Chance of precipitation is 100%. Windy, with a southwest wind 91 to 94 mph. New rainfall amounts between three and four inches possible.
In text, saying "holy shit a hurricane is coming to kill us' reads barely between the lines.
Be okay, Sarasota....
Q&A
Q: "What turns you on?"
A: "Most recently, I turned myself on. I was driving home, and it came to me that God could be a half-Asian half-Negro midget female with Tourette's who really enjoys watching me in the shower. That was an ephiphany that made me feel...well, it made me feel pretty electric."
I have now massaged the pink puck with my yellow stream, I have made the pink punk effervesce, and with my small rainy way I have created a more beautiful place without a drop of lemonade.
There's a cat ate a monkey but it was only a chocolate monkey like they have in late March or early April, chocolate idols to recognize Monkey Day and it was only a hollow monkey not a solid chocolate monkey so the cat didn't get too sick but I sure didn't want to clean up that rug, not with all that chocolate monkey everywhere.
'S what happens when you eat a hollow chocolate monkey 4 months after Monkey Day.
Hate these stretches of thoughts no deeper than a cowpie and half as tasty, makes me crazy, feel lifeless and faded, feel like the arthritis in an old lady, I'm a coffee ground run aground a coffee ground aground.
It has commented with creative potential, and each finger strikes what the wrong key in this map splats letters; my help fingers come back -- the back part speaks it again? The brain never writes to a sufficient train of the express train of the mechanism, to be the served rhythm with a brain, never writes to a sufficient train or the express train of the machine fingers -- the rhythm with a brain that served fingers quickly: I have the keyboard in my eye
with the creativity and suspends each finger the wrong key in these play cards of splatted letters through my tips of the fingers go, supports the back says that again? the brain do never writes at sufficient machine expresses, writes at that train rhythm with the brain has been maintained never sufficient machine expresses train fingers maintained rhythm of the brain that maintained to become me with the fingers quickly I have clambered into my eye
abuzz with creativity and every finger hits the wrong key on this toothy map of letters splatted by my fingertips back up back up say that again? my brain never types fast enough to keep up with my brain never types fast enough to my fingers keep up with my brain keeping up with my fast fingers i have a keyboard in my eye
This night could be enough if it were October, that month like a promise of sex from a raven-haired phantom, it could be enough if it dared to climb into the dark and soar with an analog shout down the side of the unseen mountain, it could be a good night if it gives me up for the ransom it asked to pay itself, this night, it buys me a shot of tequila and offers me a wick to light, and with that we tumble down the mountain together, me and this cool, silver night, the two of us mercury precipitate and falling like eyelashes as the vibrations around us rumble.
The drums in this song make my superstitions develop hardons as I open wide and accept that every moment of every moment is rife with cymbalism.
Dedicated to "The National Anthem" by Radiohead
Everyone feels unique or dies sorry. I feel unique; I feel I am the only person on the planet who can stand in the shadows and irradiate my surroundings with the honest promise of wonder and curiosity.
And, if there is anyone else out there who could call this singularity into question, then I suggest they also be able to bowl a 157 with a left-handed hook and a 15-pound ball.