walking back from your house

walking on the moon
feet dont barely make no sound...
x 45 (!), on, this, day
meet / greet ya at the post office

no reason

to feel short

crushed

im a soul without a mind
a body without a heart
a woman alone, for how long?
left me in her trails

1st time

eye ballz

terror, fear, wonder, matter, art, muse, what if, consumed, maybe, heavens NO

gates, plates, grates, shakes, poison, passion, immersion, fruit, cake

plastic, static, gnostic, she has seen, he has seen

return?

baked
beenz
mantra
gnew
shoes
shovels
noses
fruity

umbrellas

you can see im not your type
my shots will always miss

discretion

today, on a walk in my airplane / aeroplane, i saw a thing, it was a bright and amazing thing, it looked like a row of ducks wearing daffodils on their winged, feathered backs. and so, i pulled out my trombone and i said to myself: if i were to be a part of a good thing, i would not trumpet to each new choir, if i heard of suffering, i would care for those in distress while at the same time not giving every subtle clue as to why i was personally kindred to the would be affliction. shameful. and then i would walk over to the late night snak food stand on wheels, buy hot dogs for the any, sit on a wall and wait, feeling that night was eternal, i would take a diversion on my way home, that would be the least i kan do, no?

afghani medication(s), and i will need a tent to hide it because in the morning i WILL be gone 1), 2), 3)

these ruptured lungs wont make a sound

silver circles back upon wringed fingers
stabilization running back through veins, thick, red, hot / warm
gentility replaces randominity
spoons subside
nails upon the skin, lyke surface
connected?
whoo whoo gnowze...
still, there will be cake
she is ten, now
---------------------->
readings are NOT what they USED to be.....
------------
back hands, wipe that (wet) smile
from yer face
its getting in the way;
chloroform

a place where no-thing, no-thing ever happens

sudden impact
beat us back
not a TOTAL loss
by any means
in fact
richest of them all
didnt even look
54 decibels
no 1 can spy on this...
picnics
like self:
billy n tumper/s eyes/balls
HEAVEN (say/s)

(i hate everything, i love nothing;
i hate nothing, i love everything)
cake...

i (respectfully/temporarily) hand over my cahtbawt crown

these chaps took the CAKE with their iPhone 3G / 3GS recession case. if yew have any doubts abt their amazingninity of such, prior to inevitable purchase, i suggest yew read on:


Q) Is it waterproof?
A) No, so dont put it in the dishwasher

Q) Is this case flammable?
A) If you light it on fire it is

Q) Does it come assembled?
A) no, see our animated gif for a step by step demo!

Q) What device does this case support?
A) iPhone 1G + 3G + 3GS

Q) How does this case stay together?
A) It has locking tabs at the bottom and top of the case, as well as an adhesive strip to keep the case held together

Q) Can I use this case to microwave my frozen pizzas?
A) I dont see why not, although we cant insure quality taste

Q) Will this case make me awesome?
A) I think that goes without saying

Q) Is there a warranty?
A) no, it is cardboard afterall

Q) Can I get a paper cut on my ear while using this case?
A) My first guess would be no, but anything is possible, we dont promote unsafe use of the recession case

Q) How long will the case be sold?
A) as long as it needs to be to get us out of this recession! or while supplies last

Q) Does it come with a screen protector?
A) no we are in a recession!

Q) How long will the product last?
A) forever as long as you don't destroy it!

Q) Is this case made from recycled cardboard?
A) 100% of only the best for you!

Q) Will the product scratch my device?
A) no! its cardboard not brick!

Q) Is the CM logo impressed on the case?
A) this is known as the "peoples case"

Q) Will this product be sold at case-mate retail locations?
A) Nope! The recession case is sold exclusively here at case-mate.com!

bertrands dream(s)

no-no-no-no-no-no-nono-no-no-no-no-no-no-yes-no

rach 3

gotcha beet

baby beets

stone motts and lotts and moats and floats keeps and leaps of man kind, and pianos, and australia and shine and riddles and rhymes, i got it, i heard his all, too late - babe!

cutt circles, nails spoons, jesus kojak frog spawns no where somewhere, rantings ravings to the many make sense to sum.....

outdoor smiles, home baked anger, >>>> away...

clikk--->watch / hear<---clikk

just

look at this being:

green

he is balancing a diamond on a blade of grass
(waits)

once

i was considering these:



until i found these:



and then life, became perfect.

now, if only i could get back rest to tilt!

present

very kind notice of yew

perfect >>>> sleep/s

swash he chuudz
takes a moment to stirr a 'thousand' BIRDS nests, yum!

butter

singularity

quite plausible, even, enjoyable:






and of course, praise BOB:

the telly is silent

another altere/d ego moment!

s T o L e N

across the ocean
at noon,
the sun
stays with you,
white
and unmoving
in the porthole
portal.
Any change
you glimpse
outside —
in a bird’s flight,
in a cloud’s
frothing —
is an illusion.
You have
tricked time.

Nothing you do
up here counts
or can be
scrutinized.
You’ve risen above
the comatose
world.
When you at last
alight –
airport karaoke
and Starbucks kiosks
carrying on
without you –
it’s still noon.
The runway
stretches out
behind you,
black
as a slate.

via garibaldi #14 unt bee yont

IT-LEEroma(n) debacle, akin to 1933/45, yes, womberfull...
lanes / piazzas, instead
keep yer flipping kafflick crutches
wandering blasters, every nacht
yum

------------------------------------

ever notice how thievery are somewhat, muchwhat, reminiscent of UB40....

butter 2211

korea, NORTH , hmm

new afganistan elections

recent iran

and, more importantly:

KOJAK

for all that is to / has follow / ed

fate

destiny

meaning

in a blazree of burning blue dust...

Master Po: Close your eyes. What do you hear?
Young Caine: I hear the water, I hear the birds.
Po: Do you hear your own heartbeat?
Caine: No.
Po: Do you hear the grasshopper that is at your feet?
Caine: Old man, how is it that you hear these things?
Po: Young man, how is it that you do not?

many punken knights, the crew, the town, back to squat, masses of mac and cheese, in time for telly, in time for grasshopper

RIP DC

curry munching...

seek
speak
beak
cheek
sneak
bleak
choke
smoke
vote
many
directions
inflections
redemptions
resurrections

want a ptg? tew goh with that scupper?

hang - glow - am - hair - ick - an

getting ready for a long and glorious swim...

bubbeez on t'elly

okay, this time and this time only, i do a brag thingy, kids made tee vee commercials, yes, a pro(u)d 'dabb', below R links to vids:


big surf, cleanest
big surf, fastest
big surf, funnest
big surf, safest
big surf, biggest

best wishes to big surf water park / (alex! of god save the queenlyest of englands) and THANK YEW for having my beloved daughters be part of yer ongoing success!

talking backward

seems/seams tew us that if one is every, very carefully clever, that with the just right and perfect alignment of letters, one can re-SPELL kajok out of kojak while walking backward with a mirror over ones very own head.

24 soldiers

in hiding
no-thing
some-thing
ever-ee-thing/s
butter
kojak
spoons
cant stopp grinning
cant stopp spinning
swarming
even though there was nothing upon the stage/s
next tyme a show, oh my, what a smile

perfectly normal acceptable, and, permissible (?)

he finally gets the humanity of it awl
that sense of passion for yet devotion(all)
matters little
for HOME remains HOME
(a)WASH
perculators

warm wondering while wandering

texturated dreams and golf induced spleens, tambourines, tupperware, anywhere, it seems
oh, my, there goes mozz
stalked,
smiles

contribution?

indeed, there was --> cake!
x abt 12 by now, guessing...
WOW!
tilt, yer
screen
back an froth....
see - mah-gic...

hmmm

cake, spoons, run...

i have nothing to offer but my own confusion - JC

galore

hands galore, iyt seamz:

tilting fingers and heartbeats

on a recent country WALK, harold thought it would be nice to gnaw on guts of this tree as a perfect perch to wave at cyberis.

in england it is black plimpsoles and fabron, only.

belly dancers and holistic cake food abound.

and then there was a hat

there was a scene, witness, when ford had donned 'dutch' cloth, self protection, community protection (?), in the fields,'amish' fellow saw him, scythe over shoulder, paused, vertically sized him, proclaimed: 'hello book, you look plain', juss about killed me... = elipse.

yew fink yew gnow

how munch longer until 'they' make CARDBOARD a six letter werd? starving automobiles . . .

tum set

we rubb spam over guttered butter and then we find that all becomes a visceral joy of seeming appearance/s, something we can at least fawn a smile at, as long as the eyebrows match the grinz!

gawna surf it BIG, this summer!

butter dux

plastic bag hats and a thousand cool fings abt chicago that juss wont stop happenin!!

check bakk in to this bat channel for more soonly!

met and sat with lechens last night (juss hit all the linkys on the g, he does not bleeve in heez own site, i bleeve he said, too removed for mundanities, allows his 'devotees' to perfeorm his 'mktg' furr heem, definately hit tha you tube linky and hear his throat, SOAR, for yew, my sweet bird...

so yew have ta lookie at those whoo love admire he, as in me, as well, also twoo, lucky ole me...), thank to a tip off fr my pallyo chris jakab

ah, well, never dun...

new

nuttin like a greasy haired mountain dog seeking a doorbell every 19 days since christmas, now is there?

endlessly

stop dreaming of the quiet life, for it is the one it will NEVER know, such a twister, planting feat, prodigy, heads under mattreses, destroyed, suffocating in honey, funerals, plastic bags, tea bags, smiling - kojak, just like emily dickenson, of course...

elephant rhumba tyme, again . . .

ghawt will take yew, with iyyt

sagging

vines, growing, upon, slowly, wrapped, ankles, shins, knees, thighs, hips, torso, chest, face, hair, air, heaven, possibly ... hell, can no longer move, left stuck, warmly chilled, in place/s

floating downward

thanks tuppy!
strings and ropes and butter and texture and fabric and water and lemons and tea and shoes and kings and dogs and hula hoops and ripped and red and dark and light and might and spright and cheese and please and she's, she is, she is, always, is . . .

journey of biscuits

how come anselm kiefer's work does not fall off?

help the cripple / save the anal

calling out to all tossers, get over verification



help a cripple, love a loser, supercede an/s ego/s

103 yrs and counting + msgs of condolences

there is a bite on the lip, there is a bite on the face, there is an older hand holding a yonger, one, all matters, the hellos and the goodbyes, cruely, love, matters issues, the person that matters and those who seemingly matter no more, blue eyes, tears, longing, wanting forgetting, hips, lips, grips, the earth, souls, no one knows. he died, we cried, brow already getting cold under pursed lips, it mattered NOT.....

plastic buildings and sandwich hats, evermore....

they were truly interested, understanding and awakened, [completely....]
gotcha, daddy....

phew!!!!

(next comes the potential of / god at all!) -> spoon rubbing, convex side, inifinite circles upon the shiny rim of kojaks baked beans

f i n a l l y ~ sagarmatha

declaration, withstanding, as long as it takes, finally now, sherpas, i come, we go, blind or kind, not headed to any seas - deprivation, insulation. it is done. we once said, what was the deal buster, too early, young, once walked, away, hello

saint jesus

new dreams of destruction

'void' (in the dark [k]night , as told 3 sep times of late-lee) - white noise, others suffer from, and thus have the joyous freedom to be a clear minded specialist in just ONE thing

however, that what is NOt what, what -> is, was is-zzzz

melting snow, shifted veil/s, impressions / ex-press-ions, pull back the flap/s

go back to bashing heads on the sides of grand pian-ohz to the tune of concerto #5 / symphony #1 as in wun religion = all religions, then idols = nun

any-wun who finks it is too lowd - isn't listening closely enough - swing

back

gettin back on the cardboard, NOW

why leave / live a tethered bumble bee

then, we passed through border conrol, CITIZEN? "yes"!

then, we passed a star spangled waffler, no longer a waving irritant, but a new and sudden kindred affiliant, wow, HOME x 2

we saw dragons and lions and bumble bees and teddy bears, we seared and we froze


he is my mate(y)

how much longer to the next - AWAY?

circles shatter, steel remains, in all its forms


spikes and surprises around EVERY corner, magic NEVER ends, kind of like lithesome sinews, right?

born slippy

odd, it was after HOME, yet it still brings such panging HOME pheelings, juss a few munfs now

remnants of the valentines project with yungun, manifestion #1:

butter spank

the berts visit the chinese wall, proud son captures moment, just before younger brother lawn mows neighbourhood upon a refitted and stolen kawazaki
and so we fed the dux and made teez before we sneeze, flied lice? beekawse leonard cohen is stoopidz:

nothing

look, all the stars are out


air filled boat balloon hat joy

i'd like to paint a picture of my lyfe on Your, WALL(s)

hat filled head shirt
fielding once reep-haired
yellow eyed pynk jaundice



i know my colour(s), home, inner point purpose and meaning, foolishly delving into / outo the world of illumination, of course a mess, 'they' are, after all, 'wrong' colours, heater said 'the absorbtion of light', knew that, already, vindicated, why, just the night before, layer ONE, oxides of iron had already happened, jeesh, what??? my colour, my process, for light, forgotten, that?

titles: NOTHING, nobody, invisible, minge - >

remove your hat
take your butter...

babylon i5 burning while5imon is 5wimming 5ive 5alvations

brian-z new interambient app

vibration - reach - ego - pogo

rise happened many issues later and then in that was the line, that stuck and then, more, i, saw, sore / saw, back cover, review para, and it did so remind..... butter, and things

yes, thing/s. viy-kings. they held council, naming such councils as, yup, thass roight 'things'. oh, those silly maraudering scoundrels, in all their plainity..... see here thing link!, no lie

as in buildings and tambourines. found the windows, we have the corner, hes actually quite gentle:

lady in progress



Billy
Kojak
ears, made, of butter....
make
shft

haptics a-stirr within the flooke(y) box

1)
butter butter butter hat butter butter butter hats and hats and butter and hats and springs and butter with hats and spoons for butter with butter and spoons and hats and springs and butter and frogs and butter and butter and butter and spoons and hats and frogs and teeth and butter and dark and deep and void (™ rw) and butter and glimmer and shimmer and butter and butter and butter and spoons and cheese and butter and cake and butter and cheese and butter and ears and haptics and butter and food and night and butter and butter and vision and derision and decisions and butter and butter and butter and laughter and linger and butter and shimmer and shudder and saunter and slender and butter with butter for butter and better and bitter and gotcha and wotcher and whimper and fairys and scary and butter and demeanour

<--->

with cake...

<--->

2)
and {some} buttered buttery butter of splinters and shatters and splatters and stutters and gutters and glittered and glamoured and perfection and inflection and suggestion, indigestion and persuasion and coercion and convincing and enticing and delighting and igniting and surprising and interesting and kindly and sublimely and convincingly and sublimity and opportunity and possibility and opportunity and eternally and seekingly and wantonly and

<--->

pa/w/use, here...

numeric freakishness

44 = current pres count
43 = prior pres count
-----------
32 = sub total #2, hold on to this, 'but wait', it gets better

20 = inauguration day
20 = also length of speech in mins
20 = also, more, the temp in wash DC on that date
20 = first part of current year
--------
64 = sub total #3 its getting weirder-er

01 = current month
08 = second part of current year
78 = museums at smithsonian
-------------
44 = subtotal #4, oh this cant go on....

13122332823731273129 = GRAND TOTAL!!!!! (hows that for bizzare?)

her time piece (n)ever changes FACE

mothers / mother, kittee kot, ever more dust

some fool did once decree that:
'this world is henceforth round, as this sphere it could (n)ever be, rounder than a bumble bee, more spherical than all eternity
and so
all remaining peep-holes did else say:
okay.....

and then it was: now date -
promises
palestine
cuba
pakistan
money
elvis
jesus
billy
but not where the supremes do hold their court(ings)
silence said the foreigner
soon he may speek --> eek

put her conscience on her shelf, time piece, (n)ever -(for)ever changes

its all - place
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ swirly / gurly
numb, gum(b), conun(drum)

the obvious interplanetary dusts of jonas within whales tails

neb of round, here 'they'are, all yer nun-things



yookari, thrombosis, china, japan, masonry bits and screw yews, wannabes, all is kind, send a moxy a butter, made to deliver, no, other brow strokes, natta, mondays, the corporation within the nation, each day he walks home, loud music, hairy turns, finds himself checking the post, with excitement like back in the days when mail had no 'E' before its name, el pueblo unido... trumpets and bagpipes, back when he hungered for that photo.....

the northern dream
beckons LOUD


and in other news, seems teeter has manifested an adjustment:

tumble weed-z

telephone hat beans, while sitting at svens and up the orr hill they went, while slurping, teeter allowed the below useage, he a goot boy



and in other news, hillarious (to us) cover of artforum jan 2009, our kinda ahhhhhhhhhhhht-ah (monet would be proud, what with him being blind and things):

queens christmas speech 2008

watch all queen HERE

frilly

ock eye, the folly of the wa(y)ning seasons, the watch, the hours / years, moments healthy, sublime, pour, soar, dont snore, all kinds of eyez awaiting for theee
the clogg, a pinned down slave catcher, give her butter, give her a twinkle, watch her smile

she axed fur plastic sphuunez

today i once again found myself contemplating the origins of the universe

sound advice

when strolling the trax wun daye

abject

mmmmm, delightfully sublime . . .

nuclear error

sandwich boats, jokey smiles plopping puddles toward ghostly extremes...


we gave, tears of joy, what a gift in return, all the best wishes to:
YOU --> c a
its chrizzlemax, again

and of course the following was quite amusings

walking backward

wondering where all the telephones went...

regards, billy

http://www.corsinet.com/braincandy/dying.html

fhuudz

tonight i ordered fhuudz...


then i waited


then it arrived


then i ate it

it was alright

it only makes sense

that 'they' wood....:



tipping, news, quite promising, (02 under tongues made - hah!), so, save it, tnuc!

squammy free

moments after proceedure.......
whoops i feel over on a spoon....

leaf yer mahk

br/>dew thAT again


goWes pu(b)likk, yum and yow, belly dance,
and, yes, the small has been notice mattered and been felt and touched and been rcvd, and MUCH 'he' thanks... travels fAr...
stirrings heart smilings curry cheeseburgers

random, INserT-i-oN:


donkey rides on gritty british butlin beaches amidst dank afternoons, memories of joy, memories of her water, in the future, our fathers????
the crowd comes, slums, gums, kind, blind, baconed rind
travel, trouble, bubble, eternal, kneeling


sew and so as in when we try to break off the neck without disintegrating the head it seems thaT wE arE challenged wiTh A technical issue, but somehow whee whill phnd a way(e) on everything but rollerskates

hurry up, hurry up , , , , , , , hurry up ....: claw my skull, taste my bones

(brothers departure x 2, oh my, caring)

havoc in heaven

it was still cold at that tyme, and now, here again, snowy - 2wice, early onset of same, ocean/s edge, it app/ear/z, shake yer pigment hands, get it, so very under/st... as in (k)neads / w(h)a(h)nts / necessities and etc. means / ends, right / write

they fix buttons, take out tumors, they give certificates where once there was innocence.

38 lightbulbs for a 28 six.

there is a 'planet' - etc............> a spread sheet to juggle the accidental jugg-ling, under his knowz, it happened.

j box punch outs, saved and collected (eaten and defined) , cleer gloo applied to luan (rubbed in bloo powder pig, terra cotta acrylic, terra cotta clayye rubbed in {twooh the/r grain/s}) , then awl sprayed with air gloo, maw bloo powder pig AND then dabbed/daubed awl oh-vah all of the overs, mottled tex-tyurre, no order, no tyme, no passion, no purpose, no meaning, no self, no direction, after loud voices, usual.... plain, no-thing, dirt, non-descript - SomeThing / EVerYtHinG

belly dancers and black plastic rubber bands....

it, see/amz, there, was, a, tyme, when, we, were, crazy, TRULY ,crazy, about, ----........... otters

i'll come running to . . .

'...we drank tea and ate some of our shoes'

capt. john franklin, royal navy, october 1818, somewhere in/on the arctic

tin butter froggy spoons bellowing some sad tunes of joy

recently completed object of ram jam
exactly several nails and 2wooh jars, shiney



looking into our eyes, a voice said RUN!
handbook - page # 7 exit 89



inflections into thier introspections - hah
handbook - page # 77 part 14



red flags and long nights and s/he can tell
handbook - page # 1 part 2



but little do they gnow that s/he is not through
handbook - page # 1077 part 2022


and, it seems to us that the more we make a distinction of how great the fact this new disticntion is, the more, we are perpetuating the distinction, but there again, thats just us.........

we have more important abc & xy-s/hes to cross.... as in NOW!

man in the dark with the picture frame

(clikk pikk for big)

recently completed

angry lover, stone fired (saddened) mis-stress

this means no-thing to me, oh theodore

thats one responsibility you will draw straws for if you are MAD enough

as in secret shoe laces

impossible in situ

wow, the truth of the reality has been stated, what neggzt? hold my hand up and declare, i would say..... yet, there is no such thing as absolutes, except for one thing(y), no? survival can be maintained. its been good its been nice, its been ruff, its been fine, and now, the vast expanse, here 'we' come.... and all of them stigmata erratas and bananas because kojak forgot to bring his pajamas, didnt, HE?

calculated marbled hat spoons

no/some/body with all NINE of your eyes

a bouquet of nails i give you wait

connectrocution

jigsaw mah puzzle(d) / brightness in the darkness in the light pinprick on the wire i saw you remember me i still see you as you arrive every nacht and thank you warming thee it flows we know we show we know we flow as it still shows ever gnew of me an you dissinfected the dissafected of the disconnected cawse we are connected amidst the electric yet we cannot see under nighttime breeeze, a sneeze, we breathe, continents, languages, afar, there we are, we come, we find, we know, we do not know, we cease to be, i see you, i am blind, you are kind, intertwind, come what may. or something like that.......... ;-)
affix, ally, associate, attach, bridge, cohere, come aboard, conjoin, consociate, correlate, couple, equate, fasten, get into, hitch on, hook on, hook up, interface, join, join up with, marry, meld with, network with, plug into, relate, slap on, span, tack on, tag, tag on, tie in, tie in with, unite, wed, yoke
and fishy the fish and the bridge and stealing moments of feelings and liars and truth tellers because there are never any feelings and yes and yes becuaase blinded chewing tendril nasal bitings and any day, spoon fed cheesings, right here, there, meanings, ketchup of trying passion and past future, oh, that future, blindly seeing because there are fish and there are fishy feelings.

as in jolly lolly folly flipper flapper natter of her batter bye and bye so very every oh my vow of long ago is so very near, NOW!

dont laff, connection,its only a synonym . . .

the ultimate in supreme in plainityhoodisms

ever since the very beginning of...
i/me/we/they/those/them/whoo/yoo felt that this was the ultimate in supreme dada plainess of post modern plastic bag hoodisms, watch and eat yer liver(s) off:



uncle david used to call him bamber gastove
or, was it oven? not sure, he went into obscurity shortly thereafter, hard to reach
these days

14 billy goats chill the being, no matter, its all cozy and warm in studio land, juss look and see, watch, staring at the flames of your fire....

nice an fancy, sea?


chukk away the inevir=table, slow it awl down, for tomorrows from, on day, we, we awl, it will call her cake as in HAT bake
and then there was indeed a happy mahn, zippin on by, 90, saw this, hadda slow turn round, go basck, cow is gnot a bull, let us go see.....



sorry, hun, bright is diff faw meeh......

there they go again

trez pluzz 4 begets 7even + 1 maw genereights ate



turned aside = infinity, hopefully?



there again, whookares, a deuce of joke(rs) anyway!



and there was the sound, the vision, the idea of abstract surreal, ideal, alone, something like L anderson, then came one to the lonely crowd, then that ate above rabble then the drabble and mah fownd lafter amisdst the maddeningness, thank garp, explained it as NOTHING, tables of plenty, tables of noise, tables of wonder and of removal, i shall go, away, i will watch in awe at how stupid the intelligent, ARE....

its, mutual, right, ---?

in otter werds, he was fluttered by the wordlings of another who had the desire to pohm abt heez werk, he was overwhelmed on how to feed bag, so he wrapped it up in dark blonkets and ran away.

stop yer lifting

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your work is just about the most original thiing I've seen. It is a NEW THING, borne only of you, yes, other is of them, but YOUR you is so far beyond, reaches so much further into isolated, untarnished individual you, that it's like looking at something from another planet, another solar system, something that has NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE. For this I am grateful.

goodbye to skulls --> broom headed obliteration

walking on by(e), gentle tossing of stones,
caht-bawt
numm, yumm, yumm, numm


ATTENTIOn, PERFECTIONn, BEAUTy,
conjoured majesty, mystery, mastery,
wondering,
looking, poking, peeking,
something, just past lying
dogs --> lie

h s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s s

cakey

its time to hook jumper cables to my goolies and enjoy the ride... thanx boss man!

in a bed of nails, she...

its tyme, already! inspection, tips of fhingazz, past, present, future, the table of your chilly soul.
childhood home/s, ticking clocks, innocence, now, gone, by. inverted / invented, a new warming bliss, at stake, ALL mah gurls, where are they, where will they be, fear only only protected / cloaked by the callouses of tyme. that savage place, awaiting, once more? ill fitting suits in exchange for dirty feet. dear lawp, make it real, make it something . . .

if kojak could eat a thousand crockers

oh myhe....


NOTICE the lip alignment... it begs the question, is this really yul brenner?

cardboard void

john baalke wrote the following pohm and kindly sended it to me for looking at and things. im thinking its because it has cardboard in it.

one word of caution before YOU begin, there are some sad bits:

Another Materialist Construct
Bites the Dust

A cardboard box
abandoned by the roadside
kicked into the ditch
by a nasty gust
begins to sag as the

incessant rain
saturates the corrugated
ribs until they give
way and the nothing
which is not there reveals itself

john baalke

the infinite words of everything

anything beyond a picture is merely a thousand spewing werds . . .

yong yong

get out yer mats and pray to the west.....
can anyone guess

spargles

a gift fr jakabsaid it reminded her

immersed in glop

back!
this am how you play it dumb when yer waitin for the miracle to come:
deflection from the restriction of the inflictions of visions amidst immersions and / or coercion-z, liberty, watery, plasticity, tenacity, feels ghuut tooh, as of imperfectedly perfected-shun, gotcha-h, wotcha-h, seeya-h

my paintbrush
scattered matter
found round

the deadly perils of hurricane ike

frond ben (of round) and ([not soh very] adult) suns, inescapably trapped in the treacherous jaws of hurricane ike, bravely taking these photos of the hell they were experiencing just moments before their 'certain death'.

hello

en français

>>>> janus gawp @hh wiki.... mee-hee? <<<<

unt thah bess bit is he mayde his chippy, wassername (brenda?), the goddess of hinges...., obviously a very kindly kinda squeeky eeky greeky goblee phelloh...

>>>>as in, IMMINENT DEATH, soppy gits ..... 'iym standing here now, ryght now' iym awlmo(i)st being(k) blo(h)wn o(h)varr sydeways eggsept far mah amozing pawarz owf innahr transforonce of groviteeh and blah, blah.<<<<

'but wait, theres more,' thah janus, hmmmm..... such insight, in such a short amount of tyme..... such multiplicity, such alterationz, faw yooh

meat meeh byhe thar gnucklez awf thar skihnnee boHned treeH <<<< aw-wayz lykt thar wun.... change my pixtyure, smack my.....

itz awl altered 4our U.....

candi-mates

on november 4th of this year there will be a presidential election in the united states.

there are two primary candidates campaigning for the presidential vote. one is called john mccain. one is called barack obama.

there are two primary political parties. one is called ‘the democratic party’. one is called ‘the republican party’.

barack obama is presidential nominee for the democratic party. john mccain is presidential nominee for the republican party.

eng-ged

wee(h) wah(r) a(w)hhl soh eng(a)ged ....


i(h)n a conv(oh)(me)(oh)(myhye-'ohm') (thee otter dayhe):


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
unt ih wah sew bohrink...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


thah, we(eh): awl ran away:


ahht unt tryte.... AWL genres, speshlee sum.... (tosser!)

fnakky glaglas unt broilink

this nacht, fork prong, eeting fuudz unt ah spot of boh-lang wit dar grilliez
pappaparatziiii notice captyoored mssrs harrah ah catbroiled....

imm on my soul ...

paw fwog in a daw jam(b)

ive been runnin: monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday sunday :ive been runnin - joe strummer .... run rabbit run!

so so so and so very odd / phreakish / even, at least .... living, days, 4 and 3 to be 4our and 4our, father, arriving 10 and 6, boy, here, oneself, sit large sense / very real, future --> groping grapplings, indiffernt externalities, impersonal, uninternalized -> whim, externally inscribed inscriptions, borders touching not intersecting, a thing, a lump, pile, a piece, nothing, fleshy data, historical line items, 'bad' grade, failed, gone, done, garbage, dump, away.... robotic jerked reaction

to be determined, waiting to proceed, seems. broken down train, tunnel, platform. plane, runway, weather. screen, locked, spinning, crash or mercy. years, puffs, invisible smoke.

next?

simultaneous(ly) --> beauty, oh such beauty, magic, possibilty --> mystified --> gifts: surround...

smiles, cancel fear, all, al(l)ways, invisibility, possibility, suddenly dreaded visions, mortality

escorted in to the JAWS

and now:

moment of now
always
best
what
come
hearts
choose
wonder
...
many
having hands
almost all the them
essence on your hands
you cannot eat
that is
taste but dont
give but wont
hide but rise
flow but mise
blow but hold
stop but spin
win but lose
forget but choose
now and then
past and when
last to begin
where ..... is....

creepin up sloo~oh~lee

sometimes it comes on fast ~ spades, otterz, zero~h unt phlat, pankakerly poh~emtry, ryhme, reason within~g the sneezuns. (jacketed) lit~er/(um)~a(r)try whuud in~deed, cringe. bi~N~go~h unt ha!


blokes ~>mates ~> butter ~> flutter ~> as in ~> gutters oVV(i sea Uooh!) the masters of never. the dizz, the spin(ing) spin, it begins, who wins, gRinnzZ. drowning, frowning, feeling and seeing
walking, looking, noticing, silently hunted, saw / foWnd this ~ saw/foWnd that, (within) moments ~ each otter, kNew they were distant lovers, cousins, aKin(dred). gnoW gneaD fur(ry) introducTionZ, silent voice/s becKoningLy ~ lowd-eh. tucked away. walked/ing on. forEver, has beGun. sweet viSionary ~ sUnneE waTerZ, eTernallY blooH
return ~ then another, amidst the ephemera, instant decalration of 'me tooh', go there. treasure. give it up? yes! for when its hard, thats when one should. beating from within an iron frame, aged, beauty. in she goes. composition, holy vision, moments, walking, standing, pleasure, new treasure....... and with a name (ha! x 2) .....

'they' asked my anGeL: 'what is art', she is my beauty, she had mynd tooh tell, reminded her, what sHe, alreaddee gNew/ows, that, indeed, awl things, tangiable, and otter-'wise'.... the gReaT surprise. this pAinfuL gift, moments, always.

promenading yer pak o cahdz... and ~ etc . . . . as in TAPE! reaLy???? oh~kay

breaks R 4 phO~lz unt WORLDVIEW is a DUMB phrase . . .

goodbye

and i thought this space were a mess.... bartlet n nicholson put a smile on this fayce

biker buttoned garbanzo barrs

hat > hat > hat> > > welcome to the party < < <

garden notice

looked out on grass, white thingy, closer inspection, see what i see'd:


upside down turban hat bananas with duchampian dreams and belly rubs of glitter balls for doris day and the tuba parades, but then again, what would georgia ha/ve/th said?

aliki called it vulvic

gnever gnock twoice fawg dawboills unt nodes

my cardboardly animated |ˈbreð(ə)rin|:



awwww, i juss lovitt, THANK YOU!

103 x 1 = item 2187 - greɪtfəli

happy b-day capt. everett b. james !!!
an opheringy 4or Uenlargenate

made this as an offering for a fellow about to turn 103 yrs old on aug 26th 2008. he still lives at home, still drives a car, still has a random spontaeous sense of humour, is an artist, and eccentric and a dear person to me. i enjoy sending him random items for him to puzzle ponder over........ a devotional to my devout love for cardboard and rust, i went to china to make it, the other 2186 items are still in storage.

fluttery

pondering a different flavoured mouse trap,

for awl that caahtbawd
cligg 4 bigg

a shoe, once given, never forgotten


|əˈfem(ə)rə| |wôl|
--> big here <--

a )( b s l k ** m 1 % z xx y .. - vtra ex 129

ɪnfə / sɛrən / ki / mō


nə / dɪpə / ndr / mə


tli / dəs / id / nts


as in

carrot duck monkey butter 11111-x23../xxcy

(click) secret (me)

mayan-entry-->ways, starting 2012

. . . finally . . .
a 14erincluding sudden tear impulse
fr within (to without) of the eyelings
a private / personal / alone / away sense of
well, ya (might) gnow ...

oops

man, i hate it when that happens!

dearest

dearest cardboard
YOU will always remain 1st love
butt, DOORBELLS . . . . . . my, oh my . . .

v.kkkkk.x187.zz--_--tym.m.m.21

look,

its stopped snowing

flank: z.211.vx.knty.---rw,rww,r.

the (im)possibilities are (in)finate

doorbell # 57.892-VVVV-196

anything beyond nothing, is nothing . . .

1-2-3

4our

summerz here

damned air conditioners broke, again!

eYe (eWe) wiLL fiX iT

marcel duchamp was ACTUaLLy an INTelEctuAL.... then he died as in stoopid pretension knowledge baSe(es) is alla saH broinK, tRiTe, ProDick-abble, EFFORT, iS tYrink.... Nache-uRe, soH deLighTfuuL
goHtz, DoHggz, muHnkeEz, bhUtTeRr, cayhkE, laHrd, noHzes, aunTies, motheRs.... faTTerz anD, y'gnOw .........

b(L)aaah b(L)aaah b(L)aaah b(L)aaah

silly

why is this?
who cares?
what does it mean?
why is it a headline?
confusingly annoying
just think of all the other universes . . .

shoo shoos

decided to leave a gift for the rabbit upon her chux . . .


. . . as an expression of her 'gratitude', upon my most favouritest booties, she painted the visible area of my laces pink and put dots and smileys upon the toesies . . .

. . . just another day

bra fran harold

today i played with nails and things . . .






. . . it was a very very lot of fun

big bouncy belly prancers

we retained the servixes of the best architects our budget could buy and final drawings have been delivered for the brand new cardboard dreams headquarters. We are so thrilled and excited. Next we locate a builder of equal talent. watch this space.

orgasmic ooohhhhhnesses

delta niner of houston gave me this prosont today, what a kind man and imagine how kind the guy in the pic must be, what with that cardboard hat and everything......

see more delta thingys here: delta niner at fluckr

requiem

yesterday, mothrers day, missings, ONE very special frond, non provoked, acknowledged me mum in conjunction with mothrers day, i was impressed / touched / moved by the caring rememberings, it meant so very a lot.

tonight while tidying up stoodiyoh, i decided to put on music (call it an epiphany if you like), reasonably loud. duruti column's 'requiem for my mother' seeped out first, stopped me from my piddlin, immediately sucked in, stood, still, listened, felt, quietly welled.

the multiudious interweaving of various instruments and electronic sound combined with seeming non-emotive (or monotone), mournfully echoing lyrics just reaches the 'oh my glob, you got it' place regarding mums loss, for me.

the 1st time i heard the song it was quietly piping from some web radio station through my desktop speakers while working. preoccupied, i was hearing it but not. then as song was coming to a close i 'looked up' and thought ' what was that'?. i went to station web site and looked it up, bought song, played it over and over, blew my mynd. since then i have shared this song with others who have lost their mothers, it speaks to them tooh.

if any of my 2wo readers have ever lost their mothrer or another very close person (it will still be effective), i highly recommend this song in how this guy really ECHOES the sense of 'departure'. its somewhat hard to listen to yet one cannot resist. go find it, here are lyrics (its not the same without the music):

my thoughtless spirit came to me when i was weak
he said my dear mother
has laid down to sleep
lay down dear mother
lay down and rest your tired head
i know your just sleeping
i know you are blessed

lay down dear mother
lay down and rest your head
i know your just sleeping
i know you are blessed

i know my dear mother
just lay yourself down to sleep
i’ll miss you now
so many tears will i weep

lay down dear mother
lay down and rest your tired head
i know your just sleeping
i know your blessed

i know dear mother
you lay yourself down to sleep
and i’ll miss you now
so many tears will i weep

little fluffy hat balls

today 'we' went window shopping . . .

. . . it was ok
black blue balls of brown biscuit butter building brainstorms of brilliant proportion knowing nothing of the heard inflicted dreams dreams dreams dreams dreams

oooh, lissen, martha & the muffins - echo beach.....

booties

today i bought a new hat . . .
. . . celebration, plastinated monkeys

sandwiches

sugar mice

before the feast, savouring remaining 'mohments'

chibubble

went to chicago, did different things...

Re-cyclator

to know this raises money for the local art league is a good thing.
through freezing cold and wind, the rain and the beating sun, were done, and it was a blast . . . .
(cligg on pix fer larger images)





here is the official statement:

Starting with a girl’s purple beach cruiser (!!!), this artcycle grew itself. One alteration lead to another till it became the multi functioning form you see before you.

Our (chris teeter / 'myselfs') intuition was to work within a trash/junk urban/industrial framework and thus a sidecar materialized from modified trash cans we attached to the bike. Eventually that grew into a “chariot” requiring a frame which in turn required more wheels and more support and thus other forms began to evolve, applied from elements we scavenged from various sources, including alleyways, an auto repair shop and dumpsters.

This project became a seamless evolutionary dialogue between the minds of two artists who relish the discovery of the sublime in the discarded, in the seen yet unseen, utilizing whatever materials are at hand, investigating the potential of functional items beyond their literal usage, disassembling and re-assembling them into unexpected realities.

A shape, be it a wheel, a curve, or a volume, possesses inherent energy that calls for support, contrast, or repetition in relation to other shapes. In the same way words come together as structures to render ideas, objects can be combined in ways that create new expressions, a unique visual language. But ultimately, this artcycle was made for the sheer pleasure of creation.

Ingredients include, but are not limited to:
Two adult bikes, 3 kids bikes, 1 vintage kids scooter, two trash cans, VW motor parts, steel table parts, steel tubing & angle bar galore, plant hangars, foot rest frame, bells, a thousand million nuts, bolts & washers & etc.

Enjoy!

tie me down, set me free

yesterday, notice walking, above appeared, performed a notice capture

eggs & chips

'weve' been spending more time in the so called real world . . .

        ⊕ banana
        ⊕ moon
        ⊕ venus
        ⊕ dust

        ⊕ pajama
        ⊕ voodoo
        ⊕ goat
        ⊕ pigs

        ⊕ ice cream
        ⊕ iguana
        ⊕ night
        ⊕ walks

. . . turns out its a pretty interesting place

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windsor

elbow kojak duck pond glitter ball of cheese and salad cream door bell flip flop ram jam nut bucket banana spoon ties nature walks and bicycle chains.

because, dear ghod, oh our holy queen, mother of mothers, queen of all that has ever been and seen and simply been. we worship and wonder thee for all eternity, living and loving you in all that is you. see your crown all fall down wheres your gown at our feet we lovingly bleat in the dark of the night without a sight

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billys

cara noticings

kiddens

never trust a domesticated animal, it will lie in wait, and then, when you are least suspecting, it will kill you and steal all of your money, never to be seen again.

crowded house
merely a visual update, no matter how much i ask them, they will not stay still
each one offers a different flavour, per recent field test

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rubber babies

art cycles progress:

there will be much CARDBOARD, the weatherproof kind
and plenty of rubbish, the rotten smelly kindteeter says:
The secret is out..... Our bike is all cardboard, (an amazing product, unexcelled in strength and durability), and, as you can see, we have developed a welding technique to fuse it. Our patented techniques have attracted the attention of the scientific community worldwide and will be debuted at the CAL parade.

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no-pod(s)

better time, better place, better fleece, without a trace
take my butter, take my spoon, walk in line, takes ONE (second in) time

the perpetual jag

we love guzzling way too much coffee, we are known for it, each of all the allas of us . . .
. . . because even kittens enjoy of the CARDBOARD(s)

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porky pigggggggggg

had curry last night, tandoori style, started with naan bread and a lovely mulligatawny soup, washed it all down with thickly thick mango papaya. didn't really, was actually a night of black & white telly plus smelly style perfume with wide open windows and petrol emissions --> kojak <--. new car. nod, nod, nodding even more months away. then will come a day. but this is the day, wouldn't, wouldn't YOU, say?

cheap hotel room entertainment, teaching them well:
like frothing lips, tethered hands, swirling batteries, succession, battered, cattered, nattered, all is well . . .

i saw a moon

sparks flew with blue fired retinas across the cathodes of delight. fantastic imagery cast before all that could see. cut, tear, rip and pull apart. knuckled into shapes, well trodden, endless crumpled sounds. the infinite, the kind, the blind the sublime, carpet rind. never. it drives nuts.

after 1

best left . . .
sometime after dark came a knock at the door, they were trying to leave, they were trying to come, one, one and all, they came, they went, all the talk, all the matter, all the chatter, all the laughter, serious, sublime, kind, grind, they came, they went, eyes, looking, eyes, dancing, prancing, coming, going, never stopping, from new orleans and salvaged signs, rotted and mildew, all that is left, to smaller shoreless shores, they are leaving, they are coming, it goes on, and on, and on and on.

world without end . . .

juss like koko, i name you 'ball', yer the wun, yer learning yung.

in memorium

it had to happen, it was inevitable, one of these days, bound to, then it DID. may we NEVER, lest we ever, forget . . .

upon return

filled with the love of all new things
filled with the thrill of all potential
fragmentation ceased

ta ta

and bye bye
h.o.c.        
;~)

w e t

today its raining