Entries from March 2008

March 31, 2008

Bout of Existentialism

It’s one of these days that has an edginess, in the gray skies above, amid the motes that dangle in the stuffy air indoors, and inside the lethargic confusion within. A heavy futility settles upon you, and you fidget, knowing whatever you do isn’t of any importance, and you sink further in your scattered reverie [...]

March 27, 2008

Cascos de la Estrella en Calabozos

Eggshells crushed into coffee grounds make for better brew. By accident discovered hard-boiled eggshells make even better brew. Research reveals eggshells were used to prevent grounds from floating flecked into the mouth; it seems to work. Another method of achieving this is to let your joe cool for a short while then add a small [...]

March 27, 2008

Quantum Foam!

Living in the present is a misnomer, or dare I suggest, an oxymoron of sorts. One cannot live in the present, for the light that reaches your retinas, however instanteous it may appear, is a signal from the past. By a divide of femtoseconds the past, preponderant paradox of perspective, perpetually dogs us.

March 25, 2008

Hear What You See

A most apt description of the deaf individual’s day-to-day existence.

March 25, 2008

Nowhereism

Nowhereism (No-where-ism): in all seriousness, a brand of literature that seeks to be given credence, as it honestly and inaccurately describes the direction our daily lives take, no matter how the parties intimate with said lives may say otherwise. It may pretend to intellectualism when there is none, spout blatant drivel when there is [...]

March 25, 2008

A Jiffy Moment

She, a jar of peanut butter in hand, caught the panty sniffer at his foul deed. Bad boy, bad boy! she cried. You should know better to wait until I’m around.

March 25, 2008

A.M.

Come up set your foot on that cool stool there, tread softly. Witness the heated circular discourse of tempered metal. Derange the little kettle whistle amid thermodynamic ruminations. Cold tin: plucked, roasted, crushed, pulverized beanstore: scoop, scoop, scoop: frosty steam collected within glass walls: French press. Hydrogen and oxygen compounds tumble over stainless steel [...]

March 25, 2008

Cheeseburger Hill

The advent of warm days, oddly enough, encourages congestion in throat of city, and the warm sidewalk is laid bare of human feet. Except… for two large individuals, who barely squeeze their portions within the wide sloping sidewalk. One, him, has to trample the grass and enroach dangerously close to the hillstreet’s edge. He remarks [...]

March 25, 2008

Gaiarticulations

An old child, she sleeps smiling in the loam with bright visions of herself blue and green in the void.
Her hands of bark and cellulose grip the heavens and wrests the breath from the wind that laughs through her fingers. Her bosom booms mountainously as she turns in her sleep. Sweet life giving river, [...]

March 24, 2008

He and She

He gives she he hand. She take he hand and give he she gaze. She mouth wide stretch open. Teeth peek white reek softly. He she eyes brightly. He lips O a sound while he take she hand a kiss. He and she nose graze. She teeth meet he teeth clack! Tee hee she to [...]

March 23, 2008

Instant Messaging

X (9:58:28 PM): E machine.. it s alike FORD…
X (9:58:39 PM): Format Or Die

March 21, 2008

Geez

My girlfriend is a conspiracy theorist

March 21, 2008

Dodge City: Boot Hill

I stood in the weakly lighted room, almost slack jawed at the enormity of the white man’s surge towards the West. William Cody, investor, showman, bison hunter, best known as Buffalo Bill, along with the injuns and other hunters, purged the mid-western plains of these [...]

March 20, 2008

Mullinville, KS: The Sculptures of M.T. Ligget

On highway 400 of west Kansas, our passage gave tantalizing glimpses, glintlights in headlight glare, of a night shrouded assembly of oddities consisting of twisted metal and cannibalized road signs. I was determined to view them in their fullness on our way back and, boy, was I glad I did! I snapped some nice pictures, [...]

March 20, 2008

Riddle Me #3

A hedge of white stone marks my entranceway
Where you like Alice down the rabbit hole fall
Into chemical alchemy away from light of day
And by way of a straightforward labyrinth crawl
Until you exit, utterly transformed. What am I?
But the real question begs, heh heh, what are you?

March 20, 2008

Blogosophic

Blogosophic (bloh-go-sof’-ic): To write a blog in a philosophic manner – subjective and introspective; to write a blog for therapeutic purposes.
He waxed blogosophic in his latest rant. In all matters blogosophic he was knowledgeable.
Courtesy of The Chad.

March 14, 2008

Eroticapitulations

He was frightened of closets. Storage closets, coat closets, supply closets: they were all the same. Everyone said it was cleisiophobia, but deep down inside, he knew if he was to step in a closet he would have to come out.
In the naked light she leans back, her bronze hand brazening her salt wet brow, [...]

March 13, 2008

Toilet Comfort

updated 2:05 p.m. CT, Wed., March. 12, 2008
NESS CITY, Kan. – Deputies said a woman in western Kansas sat on her boyfriend’s toilet for two years, and they’re investigating whether she was mistreated.
Ness County Sheriff Bryan Whipple said a man called his office last month to report that something was wrong with his girlfriend.
Whipple said [...]

March 12, 2008

Riddle Me Her Question

What is your oldest scar?

March 12, 2008

The Codex Gigas Revisited

I’ve noticed a lot of searches for the Codex Gigas torrent leading people to this site, to their dismay, perhaps, because there’s nothing here but linguistic acrobatics. No longer! I aim to give the public what they seek! I had no luck finding the Codex Gigas after I read that article, but today I did [...]