nanovignettes

My twitter timeline; I will try my best to keep my pico fiction updated. What is pico fiction? One hundred forty character stories. Cellphone tales. Sidekick adventures. Tiny stories. A nanovignette, a teensy slice of reality (or unreality!) provided for you, dear reader, to navigate in your thoughts.

  1. He took her on the chicken boat in the Lust Tunnel where folks did all sorts of chaste things like eskimo kisses and fondling fingers about 7 hours ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®
  2. The park is full of strides, large and small, and in the saffron light are staggered statues of frozen relief about 7 hours ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  3. The pyramid builders turned out to be pyramid bilkers. about 8 hours ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  4. The void whale thrashes against an asteroid, pikes dislodging.The VOID TRAWLER darts in,its alien captain Ajab sending in salvos of nanowire about 8 hours ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  5. A merging of lives, families on a collision course, an explosion of emotion, sympathetic to frustration to joy. about 8 hours ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  6. The clown capers, breathes animal life into balloons and falls into the pool. Would have been funny if it weren’t empty. about 8 hours ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  7. A sky the color of gasoline fire and the matte black gantries of a ruined economical force…The phantasm shadows of fleeing revolutionaries about 8 hours ago via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  8. A narrow shaft, the spelunker’s dream and nightmare sinks into a warm pool swimming with undiscovered species that challenge man’s supremacy Friday, November 12, 2010 12:49:30 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  9. Deep in the rout, huddled in a rotten log,Snout sent his long pink tongue questing, to find only the very painful misunderstanding of a crow Friday, November 12, 2010 12:46:20 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  10. The warfle snarfle investigated on all fours the attempted claim of housebreak according to Wyatt Garp that mathmaster of quick heat Friday, November 12, 2010 12:42:02 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  11. @Hal_Duncan ok now I’m just an ass. I get it now. Friday, November 12, 2010 11:06:19 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  12. @Hal_Duncan I read a dude got into a lot of trouble for talking about such terrorist acts on twitter!! So if you go twiet for a while… Friday, November 12, 2010 7:13:58 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry® in reply to Hal_Duncan

  13. @ST_Rachel it won’t be a long celebration. It’ll be gone before u know it. I had my last one 12, 13 years ago and it’s staying that way Thursday, November 11, 2010 12:28:18 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry® in reply to ST_Rachel

  14. @robkroese I just don’t see any Yossarians in army Generation Pwned Thursday, November 11, 2010 12:23:23 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry® in reply to robkroese

  15. That suits this age. The Collegeexperience is an extended womb Thursday, November 11, 2010 12:16:57 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  16. I’m not saying send them into the wild alone to starve into a vision quest or hunt a bear. Just something…–> Thursday, November 11, 2010 12:16:03 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  17. I think the problem is teenagers don’t have a rite of passage that introduces them to the responsibilities of adulthood. –> Thursday, November 11, 2010 12:13:26 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  18. He polished his knobs with druid grease until they glistened.He untarnished silver with milk from a witch’s tit.Sasquatch semen for the wood Thursday, November 11, 2010 8:45:49 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  19. A church is being built near my home. Funny thing, the giant cross is one of the first things they put up, on a structure entirely framework Thursday, November 11, 2010 7:26:29 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  20. Have you ever tried to play guitar with strings a molecule thick, where the slightest miscalculation turns your fingertips into ribbons?Huh? Thursday, November 11, 2010 7:25:18 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  21. The child sold cookies from the curbside, of soil, stone, and straw lovingly baked under a summer sun. Sympathetic adults paid in quarters Thursday, November 11, 2010 6:58:44 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  22. Johnny Styrofoam was deep in the throes of metempsychosis, the thing inside subjected to vast heat and pressure towards a glittering purpose Thursday, November 11, 2010 6:57:03 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  23. The stars held no glammer. Man withdrew his spirit from the flesh and moved upon the face of the cosmic waters… Thursday, November 11, 2010 6:54:06 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  24. @PariahWisdom or… causing problems 😉 Thursday, November 11, 2010 6:52:14 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry® in reply to PariahWisdom

  25. The head of medusa was impaled on a pike and placed at the castle ramparts; the outer courtyard is filled with hundreds of stone soldiers Thursday, November 11, 2010 6:51:30 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  26. Down these halls you can’t stop running because there is something inexorable that scrabbles at the wall, lunging with wet tongue lashes Thursday, November 11, 2010 6:50:10 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  27. It is a field of a tall dense green springing with grasshoppers and rippling with leporidae in frolic. Butterflies colour the air. Thursday, November 11, 2010 6:48:36 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  28. Screaming from the napalm sky a paratrooper is a spark sprung from the flames of hell, tattered silk and charbroiled flesh spewing smoke Thursday, November 11, 2010 6:45:54 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  29. The Quasi-Intolerance is an interstellar war machine. It is designed to randomly attack star systems. Man now has a common enemy. Wednesday, November 10, 2010 7:46:47 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  30. The train car had gone off a bridge to embed itself half way into the soft earth and rust away. This vagrants occupied: woodsmoke mornings Wednesday, November 10, 2010 7:11:56 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  31. The biplane stunt pilot found out firsthand the lack of wisdom involved with trying to defecate on the world during a loop de loop Wednesday, November 10, 2010 7:08:27 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  32. Organic shapes curved inside, following blueprints of ancient injun wisdom, and as it filled with vision smoke, Chengosam pulled at a Cuban Wednesday, November 10, 2010 7:06:46 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  33. Gatchup sodden to the finger, the Kasino Kid spun a pinwheel, blurring into a mandala electropunk ascetics flocked from afar to worship Wednesday, November 10, 2010 7:03:22 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  34. @vesper7 yeah, like having to pull an 8 to 5 Wednesday, November 10, 2010 2:14:21 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry® in reply to vesper7

  35. She babbles exuberantly in voice n sign language. She likes pear in her baby gruel and picking noses http://yfrog.com/763n5zj Tuesday, November 09, 2010 7:55:56 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  36. The centuries curdle; elaborate facades melt and morph, the expressions of ME as established by the stone structure edifying through Time Tuesday, November 09, 2010 7:09:05 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  37. He walks with his face perpendicular to the ground. Rather, his nose, long and splayed,… http://scrib.es/Y3Z2F #thumbscribes #excorpse Monday, November 08, 2010 1:51:54 PM via ThumbScribes

  38. You stare at a comrade narrate the mythologies of your childhood, tales so faded as to be translucent and you wonder where the time has gone Sunday, November 07, 2010 9:26:50 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  39. A raw war rat, eye cut out, teeth breath breach, rail rout tail. Howl from above, wind cut claw, flame rushing cyclope, a kamikaze ro dent Saturday, November 06, 2010 6:12:38 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  40. @robkroese @jesshartley @GraceWelch @NoJudgingWords @BayBitch #LoveRampage Saturday, November 06, 2010 5:53:06 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry® in reply to robkroese

  41. A five minute nap: infinite vistas shifting with mad marquees of histories and non sequitur rhetoric defibrillating reality as I unawake Saturday, November 06, 2010 5:42:21 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  42. AruRr Saturday, November 06, 2010 1:13:59 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  43. Uu Saturday, November 06, 2010 1:10:42 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  44. My head fills up with all kinds of neat ideas but when it comes down to the do it, it’s like a plastic bag in the wind, caught on a branch Friday, November 05, 2010 3:39:14 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  45. The jungle was cloying, a green dripping squawking night even as it is day, and indians tend to fires whose smoke curls around and lingers Friday, November 05, 2010 8:30:01 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  46. Holy Batman! cried Robin at the inholy congress of the Penguin and Poison Ivy. Didn’t I tell you not to use my name in vain? scolded Batman Friday, November 05, 2010 8:20:59 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  47. To condense is not to distill. You push in the layers of truth into its smallest possible, while a distillation dilutes away the untruths Friday, November 05, 2010 8:16:23 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  48. Nah. We’ll skip on the giant ape attack deductible on the insurance. Hey, might as well cancel that order for the newest fighter jets. Friday, November 05, 2010 8:10:08 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  49. The tide pools gathered in the sea snakes writhing cloaca against cloaca and pushed out a mass of sated spawn leaving behind giant bones Friday, November 05, 2010 8:03:00 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  50. The last saint went marching in amongst the dead and dying and the flies. He died simply because he cared too much. They napalmed the place Friday, November 05, 2010 7:56:12 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  51. He withdrew his qualms, preferring to keep it liquid. Who knew, there could be speculation Friday, November 05, 2010 5:41:48 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  52. Gelid glyphs tasseled by corona faced witches string out their own genome of scorcery, the natural selection of Laws tempering their change Thursday, November 04, 2010 3:03:13 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  53. They began to police the sewers. Sludge was yielding a new strain of mutants each day; the population were dependent on these for sustenance Thursday, November 04, 2010 2:01:04 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  54. In the rain smart streetlights spreads pieces of itself tiny as dust motes so the streets are illuminated by curtains of shifting light Thursday, November 04, 2010 1:55:55 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  55. Astringent pompadours stalk the boulevard in vinyl see-thru raincoats the color of jellybeans, passing punk corporates lunching on falafel Thursday, November 04, 2010 1:50:09 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  56. I got POOR IMPULSE CONTROL tattooed on my forehead. In retrospect I shud’ve secured a nuclear warhead first. Otherwise it’s just.. Bullshit Thursday, November 04, 2010 10:34:00 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  57. The doorbell rings and an elderly gentleman rises from his armchair to shuffle towards the… http://scrib.es/493QY #thumbscribes #novella Thursday, November 04, 2010 9:49:50 AM via ThumbScribes

  58. Fast food chains send logos afloat tasting the air for your breath,and upon finding no trademark molecules,tags along until you buy a burger Thursday, November 04, 2010 8:29:37 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  59. The leaftumbling tree sends its fronds lingering against the ground and swells with the wind’s breath, its blossoms whirring, fragrant icari Thursday, November 04, 2010 8:24:38 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  60. The sea is not a choosy mistress and accepts what is offered. A township is dragged into the water, its seawrack draping her foamy bosom Thursday, November 04, 2010 8:18:56 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  61. A brooding stone tower rises from the isthmus, a ghostly presence in the lake mist. A sigil is carved on its top, fluorescing at dusk Thursday, November 04, 2010 8:16:07 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  62. A schooner’s prow rises from the sand.It has holes the size of fists. It is alien to the refugees of east California shelter within Thursday, November 04, 2010 7:55:22 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  63. A bloodbath on I-35 during the daily drive to the next town. It might be a deer, but whatever it is, it is spread across four lanes. So red! Thursday, November 04, 2010 7:44:59 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  64. Skulls pour from his hands and shatter at his feet. They are brightly painted confections. The dogs drag their tongues on the tarmac Thursday, November 04, 2010 7:42:26 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  65. At the moment, composite views of two realities occupies his time. He is simultaneously pursuing a failed romance and running a bank heist Thursday, November 04, 2010 7:40:42 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  66. He is a musselbound walrus of a gent, a single tusk extending prodigiously between the twin sacs of his cheeks, whiskery beneath sad eyes Thursday, November 04, 2010 6:09:30 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

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  70. Knlitzcki, mid-blitz, breaks strife and crashes into blumenkup, consternating several nation states into civil war: no giants with clay feet Wednesday, November 03, 2010 3:01:13 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  71. Funningan had a row with a fin(to exact, that of a red herring) and found it no good,opting instead for wooden boars Wednesday, November 03, 2010 2:57:13 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  72. Mundaneade sloshed in its cup, tasting of McCarthy monochrome, of checkered kitchens and aprons, of freckles and a soldier’s honor. Home. Wednesday, November 03, 2010 2:27:33 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  73. The Snodgrasses are a decent family from the north side of the wall. They trim their grass, maintain the facade, and walk the dog. Wednesday, November 03, 2010 2:24:21 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  74. Radiant heat is a steady pressure against the flesh. And they say photons don’t have mass. My pores exude saltsweet tears Wednesday, November 03, 2010 2:23:06 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  75. Bazookas galore! Rolypoly was in heaven. He rolled his chitinous hand across their sleek barrels. He made a chittering sound. Wednesday, November 03, 2010 2:21:25 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  76. What do you think about a Hummer with GN GRN as a personalized license? Think the irony was intentional.Sure wish I snapped a pic #truestory Wednesday, November 03, 2010 2:20:12 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  77. When NanoTek came out with nanites to maintain and reconstruct teeth, dentists were in an outcry. A rogue dentist designed nanoGingivitis Wednesday, November 03, 2010 11:27:24 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  78. When Capitalism was abolished for Socialism the ghost of Ayn Rand curdled, her ectoplasmic lungs labored to inhale imaginary nicotine Wednesday, November 03, 2010 10:56:17 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  79. Much malarky axed my vibe so I jetted out to bop some comets in my snubnose jet rocket and bend some orbitin’ sweet grooves on CHONgas Wednesday, November 03, 2010 10:48:21 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  80. @PariahWisdom I’m glad you think so.You caught me on a twitterbender! I like yours too,especially when used in congress with your tweetpals Wednesday, November 03, 2010 9:00:36 AM via web in reply to PariahWisdom

  81. The ironwork streetlight is at odds with others along its street, ornate and bulky, it is some city official’s act of nostalgia or defiance Wednesday, November 03, 2010 8:25:13 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  82. It wasn’t long before many white people themselves became immigrants, trekking north where they shed the American weakness of materialism Wednesday, November 03, 2010 8:21:49 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  83. Sometimes your head’s tight and you wonder whether you’ve put on a hat without knowing but you find you haven’t and it’s only a headache Wednesday, November 03, 2010 8:18:14 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  84. I say daylight savings be damned. The days may gloom but the nights are cold joys, with its sky jewels and the utter honesty of smells Wednesday, November 03, 2010 8:16:48 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  85. A skid of clouds from east to west above a line of trees, like a Bob Ross painting, only there is a road down the middle no less beautiful Wednesday, November 03, 2010 8:13:26 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  86. The boxcars have been converted into luxury apartments with limited running water,a toilet,and heating. They are pulled by a team of horses Wednesday, November 03, 2010 8:09:25 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  87. Pull out of the driveway. Dash down the highway. Slap into a cubicle. Pull out of the cubicle. Slap into traffic. Dash into the garage Wednesday, November 03, 2010 8:05:08 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  88. The children play Hopscotch on the cracked pavement of a Shart-Mart as their parents watch with smiles from tents and nurse Apocalypse Ales Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:59:27 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  89. The console cowboy rips through code, but rogue algorithms have latched on his brainstem and dug into DNA! He logs off not entirely himself Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:54:03 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  90. The field ejaculates bright blooms passing through the eye of Pan in devout bacchanal and as quickly collapses into fantastic ice sculptures Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:51:23 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  91. A sin with tin in mind binds a rind of wide whine wine a rime of chimes Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:48:49 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  92. Gunslingers bent by romance twitch with trigger fingers better off questing for G-spots die violently, a red rose in the heart Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:45:06 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  93. Who lampoons the lampooners? Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:42:33 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  94. Fireflies,nudged gently into the shifting darkness by a zephyr,drift into the cavernous casino through the twisted iron and spilled concrete Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:41:50 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  95. The mad composer gathers guests of IBS Anonymous and orchestrates a world shaking symphony to rival the masters: Beans for Dinner in C Minor Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:37:03 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  96. His desk is carved from alien mahogany, the last of its kind, and glistens. Peer into its veins and see an ecosystem alive within inert wood Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:30:48 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  97. The Billys brought their clubs with them to space,the disco kids high in their jive barely noticing the thrust of rockets;just danced harder Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:13:14 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  98. I pass through summer with Time a stretching hot stickiness but, in an irony of entropy, winter hurtles me windmilling through the days Wednesday, November 03, 2010 7:06:53 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  99. I farm llamas. They don’t call it snake oil around here; they call it llama loogie. Wednesday, November 03, 2010 5:14:00 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  100. Runic totems jut from the choppy sea like the tattooed fingers of a dead god. A flame burns within each, licking from carved mouths Wednesday, November 03, 2010 2:12:38 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  101. @WitofWilde @robkroese british SF writer M John Harrison has coined “neoteny pink” Tuesday, November 02, 2010 3:10:27 PM via web in reply to WitofWilde

  102. The splendor of autumn shedding from the trees to leave behind austerity, wooden gantries shivering in the ice edged wind Tuesday, November 02, 2010 8:25:40 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  103. Shantytowns glitter at night, illuminatedby bicycle pedal fairy lights amid barrel fires. Garbage bands send feet shuckajiving Tuesday, November 02, 2010 8:22:51 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  104. The Word of God cinched tighter the Bible Belt. Vermont remained largely unaware of current events. Cuba left its shores in droves Tuesday, November 02, 2010 8:19:38 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  105. Tyrants sprouted. So did short-lived utopias. Democracies. Racist nation-states. Key West renamed itself Fey West.Indians shot cowboys again Tuesday, November 02, 2010 8:18:16 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  106. It wasn’t just civil war. It was the mother of civil wars, civil wars within civil wars within civil wars. Eventually everyone just gave up Tuesday, November 02, 2010 8:14:05 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  107. The United States didn’t simply divide. It DISINTEGRATED in sheer mitosis, giving birth to city states as large as suburbs. Tuesday, November 02, 2010 8:12:15 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  108. Ed was the first zombie to hoard brains.He kept them in a bladder torn from a victim with a thyroid affliction and carried it in his stomach Tuesday, November 02, 2010 8:02:34 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  109. Nudist space pirates surf solar winds in transparent EVA suits,frolicking amongst luxury liners;in space they can’t hear you gasp in disgust Tuesday, November 02, 2010 7:53:28 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  110. The vast lands are a moist green separated by tumbled stone walls where the kudzu pull ancient cottages to earth. Tuesday, November 02, 2010 7:49:11 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  111. It shrugged off veldts, shook biomes from its brow, and drew night into its lungs, the day igniting as it blinked awake with a vaporous sigh Tuesday, November 02, 2010 7:44:38 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  112. The tube served as an exit ramp for the tiny one man atmosphere piercing thopters; spun up inside to a good speed they shot into the blue Tuesday, November 02, 2010 7:40:46 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  113. Amalgam, crone of years fallen like dandruff from the head of a god, raised a withered claw and pawed a magical hex in the air, croaking Tuesday, November 02, 2010 7:37:56 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  114. His seamen flooded the valley,flagellating the brush until they reached fallow earth to promptly fertilize towards the ovoid temple Tuesday, November 02, 2010 7:36:04 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  115. An old woman on a scooter picks up the smallest litter from the curb with an extension tool and puts them in a cup #truestory Monday, November 01, 2010 2:07:55 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  116. The loss of these decay filled neighborhoods will be a blow upon the integrity and character of this city. Say no to Proposition Clean Up! Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:58:03 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  117. The creature with multiple testicles along its spine lives within environs of the ballcrunchers for whom the testicles are sole sustenance Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:49:50 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  118. Nogginache ringsome on the brow clear as day squinting the gluey throb of sinuses running its course, banking on phelgmy humors Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:48:07 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  119. It’s time to get fucking meta, the Time Traveller told himself telling himself telling himself telling himself telling himself telling… Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:44:10 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  120. Corrupt politicans take campaign contributions from criminal lords on live TV. False smiles emanate from either end of the giant check Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:41:57 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  121. Crumbling, overgrown concrete barriers lay without pattern in the clearing between the shantytown and the shore. Something stirs in the sea Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:40:03 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  122. Sugary marmalade coats the catchalltray; it is the waste product of an orange fed jambeest. Food these days are synthesized organically Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:36:26 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  123. The living fence bare their breasts to attract deviants then extend stingers pumping the ecstasy of death rupturing the reproductive systems Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:33:25 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  124. Intentionally mutated rats are the unintentional guardians of these particular tangle of streets. Exterminators are targeted with prejudice Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:28:02 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  125. From space, the city resembles a boil, its dome rising featurelessly from the land, serving more to keep pollution within than anything else Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:24:34 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  126. At the wharf stunted people stun themselves with cheap, deadly drugs under the gaze of the illegal pharmacist Narwhal in his skyscraper digs Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:21:37 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  127. A river passes across the plain. It was not there a moment agon but it flows anyways, following the groove from sea made by the orbital lase Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:15:31 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  128. Fast food foam packets tumbling and flapping in the October wind gathers against the wire fence and threaten to enroach its three foot post Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:04:28 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  129. Sixteen stout kermits combat quintessential armageddons before attaining angelic release in a spread of pachyderm nrrs and flamingo twinkles Thursday, October 28, 2010 3:00:02 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  130. Seeking experience resulting in honest disintegration of moral values and a drastic decrease of luxuries? Referrals only. Thursday, October 28, 2010 8:29:43 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  131. @robkroese hey sorry about that weird tweet. My 11mo daughter got into my phone. Her usage of words doesn’t reflect our opinion of ur work Wednesday, October 27, 2010 10:13:01 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  132. @robkroese. Po. [ Wednesday, October 27, 2010 4:18:55 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry® in reply to robkroese

  133. Make up cakes her cheek like clown paint. She sits crosslegged in the grass amid the twirling leaves.Her old fingers holds a smoldering butt Wednesday, October 27, 2010 3:51:21 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  134. I just saw an UPS guy drop two packages right in front of the customer’s door #fail Wednesday, October 27, 2010 12:06:28 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  135. Chivalry is dead because of automatic doors Wednesday, October 27, 2010 11:58:31 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  136. Sometime an event so awesome occurs that it washes out any recollection of moments beforehand and afterwards. Wednesday, October 27, 2010 9:21:03 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  137. @matt_sturges yes. “I worked so hard to get where I am now then t-this new kid on the block comes waltzing in and steals the spotlight!” Wednesday, October 27, 2010 9:18:14 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry® in reply to matt_sturges

  138. A man who performs self-circumcision is courting a pyrrhic victory Wednesday, October 27, 2010 7:23:40 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  139. Jesus bugs: these beetles gang up on one of their own and impale it on a thorn. Then they skitter and drink fermented sap to celebrate Wednesday, October 27, 2010 7:22:42 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  140. When the stars fell,klowns ran asunder, gathering the descended like glittering ice chips off the ground and spun their wares at the market! Tuesday, October 26, 2010 10:25:07 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  141. The klowns slunk past roving searchlights on their tiptoes and made on the lam, leaping barb wire fences and dodging attack dogs! Tuesday, October 26, 2010 10:23:03 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  142. A tumult of klowns kolliding at the Kollider trying to outrace the Smashing Particles along their million moment tour to the Big Bang! Tuesday, October 26, 2010 9:48:38 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  143. Dance little man dance the bandit sang firing off hot lead his six shooter the ground. The midget did and a circus recruited a rescue! Tuesday, October 26, 2010 9:46:58 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  144. KER-CHuK! Tuesday, October 26, 2010 9:44:11 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  145. The man with a chest like a barrel bobs like a duck in a shooting gallery like a wild west theme park like an animatronic driven spectacle Tuesday, October 26, 2010 9:43:46 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  146. You cant get away from that speed. Tuesday, October 26, 2010 9:42:20 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  147. Shades of emotion are incurred by manifestations of a baryonic world energized by photons. Tuesday, October 26, 2010 9:41:40 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  148. When you talk about color, you infer light. Tuesday, October 26, 2010 9:41:14 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  149. The door slams open and a gaunt figure is shrouded, dimmed by the trajectories of luminous snow. The angular shadows and the feathery light! Tuesday, October 26, 2010 9:38:31 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  150. A tesseract pirate dropped on twisting attractors a thousand iterations of a Mandelbrot variation, abruptly expanding once the loot was got Tuesday, October 26, 2010 6:57:15 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  151. A vampire sucks the blood, however congealed, he was desperate,and finds himself in a quandry. Does undead plus undead cancel out into Life? Tuesday, October 26, 2010 6:53:55 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  152. A wagon careens down the rocky slope and hits a upthrust of granite.Airborne,the child and his doll yell their glee.They both receive a cast Tuesday, October 26, 2010 6:49:47 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  153. The sea mist dreams of Grood curls in shapes of sound and fury that signify nothing, and when He awakes they are washed away by His light Tuesday, October 26, 2010 6:48:01 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  154. It is a blitzkrieg of light. The city is lit up, a gossamer descent of the northern lights. People come and go, hand in hand, laughing Tuesday, October 26, 2010 6:45:35 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  155. Let me pick your brain, the Zombie told Fred Sunday, October 24, 2010 8:11:12 PM via web

  156. As timid as a mouse, Katz was, fearful of stepping upon even the most pestilent of cockroaches, never out of terror, always with compassion Thursday, October 21, 2010 7:41:28 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  157. Katz suspected Ignacio ofthrowing the brick but he didn’t say aword. His disposition preceded him, smiles turning beamlike to this soft soul Thursday, October 21, 2010 7:16:13 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  158. At least they didn’t make a Human Ouroboros #humancentipede Thursday, October 21, 2010 2:09:41 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  159. Shit. Canned fruit -tropical medley- just punched me in the throat Thursday, October 14, 2010 4:52:47 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  160. You can see how she used to be beautiful, but today chipped teeth and crevasses around the eyes reveal only a burning weariness Thursday, September 23, 2010 12:03:08 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  161. He had a red herring tattooed on his finger. When he found himself in a corner within an argument, he’d just point at random and say look! Monday, September 20, 2010 4:00:21 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  162. The 21st Century gives rise a new meaning to the boy with a finger in the dike Monday, September 20, 2010 3:16:46 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  163. The cities bubble into molten pools Thursday, September 16, 2010 2:20:23 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  164. Children weep and huddle against their parents as energy weapons lance from orbit, great columns of orange light sending up ash and smoke Thursday, September 16, 2010 2:19:48 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  165. Fusion flame rakes the night sky in colours of gold and ice blue, and a new constellation blooms in violent yellows and reds:the orbital war Thursday, September 16, 2010 2:18:20 AM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  166. The dracul whalers of the North where daylight was a short, inchoate dream plied the frigid waters for the warm abundance of whale blood Monday, September 13, 2010 12:33:16 PM via Twitter for BlackBerry®

  167. I just supported Kansas School For The Deaf in the Kohl’s Cares for Kids $10M Giveback Contest! #kohlscares Saturday, August 21, 2010 4:48:39 PM via web

  168. When you glance backwards, the spill of light from the bathroom door in the darkened hallway startles you; you thought you turned it off Tuesday, August 03, 2010 7:53:21 AM via web

  169. A riot of trash has swept up against a rusty iron fence; a gunmetal sky is torn into scraps by bleak white clouds pulling north. Tuesday, August 03, 2010 7:21:12 AM via web

  170. The grass has properties of light at certain times.The early sun in a clear sky turns it a gold yellow.It is orange under streetlamps Tuesday, August 03, 2010 7:17:02 AM via web

  171. The orange peel is a long corkscrew in the rectangular light thrown by the window. The cat looks at it dispassionately and closes its eye. Tuesday, August 03, 2010 7:14:38 AM via web

  172. He licked it until sparks came out and coated his tongue.There he stayed,obsidian eyes glittering in starlight as dew grew on his rough mane Tuesday, August 03, 2010 7:11:29 AM via web

  173. Walking is a series of controlled falls; it becomes obvious to anyone who has seen a toddler learning to walk. Monday, August 02, 2010 6:47:14 AM via web

  174. The pilot writhed as the code broke through and consumed her, marrying DNA and algorithm. She could not scream, for the wires from her mouth Tuesday, July 27, 2010 10:56:30 AM via web

  175. From her cottage on the hill she could see the actinic smears of rockets tearing themselves from the earth, to briefly illuminate the clouds Tuesday, July 27, 2010 6:57:00 AM via web

  176. The insecure perception of realities is one constant you can count on. There will always be flashes of movements out of corner of eyes Tuesday, July 27, 2010 6:54:40 AM via web

  177. Revulsed but not repulsed, he reached with a tindery excitement which ignited into a conglagration as his fingers enclosed it. Tuesday, July 27, 2010 4:15:13 AM via web

  178. Randy-eyed toads harrumph in the moss grown fens, the dissolute gnats that stir the thick air a feast for their appetite and gaze alike Tuesday, July 27, 2010 4:13:47 AM via web

  179. Shards twist in the ether, the shattered protoplasm of celestial rock, its sentience extinguished in an expansion of glittering crystal Tuesday, July 27, 2010 3:22:31 AM via web

  180. This sums perfectly the ellipse of Life: you remember to forget Tuesday, July 27, 2010 3:12:52 AM via web

  181. His skin bulged strangely in areas, as if his skeleton had disassociated from the overlying flesh and tried to make itself more comfortable Monday, July 26, 2010 10:21:09 AM via web

  182. The tongue on his fist waggled. Myrtle understood it to be the sound of one tongue clapping. It was bitten off. She didn’t understand that Sunday, July 25, 2010 6:52:18 AM via web

  183. Under the sluggish ceiling fan flies circulate,the drone of their wings a hypnotic in this heat. A half eaten meal is discarded on the table Sunday, July 25, 2010 1:22:12 AM via web

  184. We all have our roles to play, and when there are certain expectations, a level of corniness is required Sunday, July 25, 2010 12:04:20 AM via web

  185. In the face of entropy we are the orderers, ironic in fact of the efforts expended in organization are forms of entropy also Saturday, July 24, 2010 10:51:33 PM via web

  186. She cooks in the tall, roguish weeds,hunched over a propane stove placed on the fallen foundation of a fast food bistro.She eats in twilight Saturday, July 24, 2010 5:15:52 PM via web

  187. Fathom content of conversation through the architecture of emotion, the edifices of expression, the mosiac of mouth motions… Thursday, July 22, 2010 7:42:58 PM via web

  188. The wicked scimitars of their smiles gleamed in the moonlight,under the hot ingots of their gaze.The running came later, after the blood Thursday, July 22, 2010 7:37:35 PM via web

  189. Like fractal jazz curling the edges of vision, enroaching oh so slowly until the entire vista is buzzing aswarm with coruscating infinities Thursday, July 22, 2010 7:30:16 PM via web

  190. All these strange men with faces of old women sitting on rough rock pedestals under a charcoal sky.When it rains, it is as if they are stone Thursday, July 22, 2010 7:28:10 PM via web

  191. The hands, a million hands it seemed, moved in the thick light-struck air, stirring up dust and stale breath in five thousand conversations Thursday, July 22, 2010 7:24:03 PM via web

  192. Doltzord uses his massive imagination hammer swinging wide and rough moljinoring square dab the center of the face. Thursday, July 22, 2010 7:21:55 PM via web

  193. Oh, my. Her perfect, pale hand fluttered like an uncaged dove. Thursday, July 22, 2010 7:15:57 PM via web

  194. The world fluoresces, and he feels the moment being captured, outlined in a single bold stroke, color filling the spaces between ink. Thursday, July 22, 2010 7:15:07 PM via web

  195. The room brightened and darkened; his vision crawled with luminous green worms bordered by motes of a blackness that drifted and congealed Thursday, July 22, 2010 7:10:10 PM via web

  196. Candles. Matches. Boxes of fountain ink. Reams of bond. Bricks and mortar and laying tools. He walled himself in and started writing. Thursday, July 22, 2010 6:55:56 PM via web

  197. A junkie stands on the overpass, holding a cardboard sign saying “HELP. Need gas.” In the crook of an arm hangs a gas canister. Thursday, July 22, 2010 6:37:49 PM via web

  198. “Oh, look! Santa’s come to town.” Grandma’s smile was so sweet, it didn’t matter that it was the middle of July in a grocery supermarket Thursday, July 22, 2010 6:16:48 PM via web

  199. He took Corpse Disposal 101 and met the woman of his dreams. Thursday, July 22, 2010 6:15:31 PM via web

  200. What is this Fuckitlollerchompitolistomy? cried Z as firmbligs queaned above, draping weird colurscants on all skins. Thursday, July 22, 2010 6:13:45 PM via web

  201. Its fenders were made of chromium and as an overall effect, it resembled a bar fixture more than anything else. Thursday, July 22, 2010 3:09:59 PM via web

  202. Know how I take timeless photos? I turn off the time/date option on my digital camera. Monday, July 12, 2010 10:36:37 AM via web

  203. Prophecy is seeing the future while getting ahead Thursday, July 08, 2010 10:28:41 AM via web

  204. Harrison conjures a world that is as alien as it is plausible, strewn with the same damned souls we find on our own streets. Wednesday, July 07, 2010 10:41:24 AM via web

  205. It smells like I just passed a Ticonderoga factory. Pencils don’t cut it. The simplicity and permanence of the pen has stolen over my favor. Wednesday, July 07, 2010 10:35:09 AM via web

  206. The sunjammer moved across the first thin, roseate blur of dawn and wheeled away. The blackness that followed was just as bad as blindness. Tuesday, July 06, 2010 4:03:22 AM via web

  207. Crystal consciousness. Moments frozen in refraction of a faceted Time with no linear progression. To exist is to be whole in all moments Monday, June 28, 2010 1:20:42 PM via web

  208. On the veldt of his ponderous thought bright young things moved fresh in love. The airs of his heavy humours pressed upon them Sunday, June 27, 2010 7:09:39 AM via web

  209. Blueberries within conceal a queer shade of green Sunday, June 20, 2010 12:39:58 AM via web

  210. @mahafreed Very true. I ask people how we got along without cell phones before! When Seraphina is pissy in public, I just give her a phone Saturday, June 19, 2010 11:34:09 AM via web in reply to mahafreed

  211. She giggles like a little girl, delirious with imagined trespasses, and blushes into her drink, grey strands of hair then obscuring her face Friday, June 18, 2010 10:12:44 PM via web

  212. Uisce was his choice of guzzle and he partook of it faithfully. The disciples gathered at his lubricious forums nestled in stuporous awe Friday, June 18, 2010 10:04:43 PM via web

  213. Glittering in the dawn, the tallest tower shuddered upwards, shedding people from the shattered windows towards the yawning earth below Friday, June 18, 2010 3:05:11 PM via web

  214. What you did was draw the conch into your hand and let the gelatinous mass inside (it was called a dream snail) seep its visions cutaneously Friday, June 18, 2010 2:49:13 PM via web

  215. It used to be a McDonald’s, but now the kudzu had pulled down its arches and onyx-eyed opposums nested within its fryers. Friday, June 18, 2010 2:39:54 PM via web

  216. Its elastic knees permitted a complete range of motion which it used to its advantage, whipping them with astonishing speed across water Friday, June 18, 2010 2:24:38 PM via web

  217. The kite was flung screaming over the cliff’s serrated edge,the homoculus strapped to its bamboo frame gasping relief as the thermals caught Friday, June 18, 2010 2:23:18 PM via web

  218. Mansquito impaled his prey’s face with a deft stab of his long thick needle sharp sucker and drew in draughts of salt sweet sustenance Friday, June 18, 2010 2:19:02 PM via web

  219. You have feet of clay, intoned Appregio Tone with cymbal like gesturos. His eyes were mad but the surrounding face was a study of placidity Friday, June 18, 2010 2:17:58 PM via web

  220. The reporter reported live from location a deadly house fire standing on a deserted street where random cars passed with fog lights lit Friday, June 11, 2010 5:35:23 AM via web

  221. At midnight he found himself possessed by a melancholy so he brought out the absinthe and the gun to wait for darker spirits Friday, June 11, 2010 2:07:10 AM via web

  222. Corkscrew helicopters piloted by madly pedaling lunatics in thin hulled paper boats touched upon the still summer effluvia Tuesday, June 08, 2010 6:23:03 PM via web

  223. The grey eaves of evening fell thunderclapping. The automobiles scurried under the first bleak scrim of rain. Night rose yeasty warm. Sunday, May 30, 2010 7:25:16 AM via web

  224. An alien configuration of damaged DNA pules pathetically from under a rock. It is monstrous bit makes the sounds a babby makes Monday, May 24, 2010 8:15:16 AM via web

  225. A red eye over a vast plain that once glowed hotter than a thousand suns. A red sinking, bloodying eye. Gale tossed sand like licking flames Monday, May 24, 2010 8:12:40 AM via web

  226. The wastes held a glittering dream of itself from before it was besmirched by wanton savagery. A jeweled dome, safe, and forever locked Monday, May 24, 2010 8:04:33 AM via web

  227. It wandered in from the wastes. It was a miniature methane maker. The dweller trapped the gruesome thing and attached it to some machinery Monday, May 24, 2010 8:02:25 AM via web

  228. Day crawled after day, segmenting into a week worm curling up against itself to make monthlies ensnared in the tautology of thermal change Monday, May 24, 2010 8:00:33 AM via web

  229. The impaled sentiment lay for a time, festering little doubt worms egg-laid by flies of regret. At last only the bones of memory remain Monday, May 24, 2010 7:35:02 AM via web

  230. All the yarns of the world are herky jerky twine, alive and squirming with the slow shuttle of values, twisting into a massive cable of tale Monday, May 24, 2010 7:09:21 AM via web

  231. Brand name supplication dog-eared his wallet. The bills that flew like green ghosts from slatted windows descended into chagrin in his mind Monday, May 24, 2010 7:07:35 AM via web

  232. We are tinkertoys tooling in the detritus of Time, our creator gone on to better and brighter things. Tuesday, May 18, 2010 11:48:27 PM via web

  233. It swallers its tail forever and forever. Fed and feeding, its girth reaches infinity with the tricks of the subatomic. Monday, May 17, 2010 2:48:49 PM via web

  234. Angels are suspended on the clouds, sketches on torn letterheads, looking very much like an afterthought tacked on by an absentminded deity Monday, May 17, 2010 2:47:11 PM via web

  235. The gaffer absently stratched at his bottom as he pounded on the deliquent resident. Rent, one week, he said, leaving the bruised fella bled Monday, May 17, 2010 2:42:41 PM via web

  236. The contrail twisted in a sick, tight spiral as it homed in on its target with an error margin of an inch. Windows shattered two miles away Monday, May 17, 2010 2:41:05 PM via web

  237. They ran a press in a rubble covered basement. When the ink ran out, they resorted to blood. The message must spread.Down with the fascists! Monday, May 17, 2010 2:38:33 PM via web

  238. The sweet smells of wounded grass. Hidden sunlight drapes a cool grey on the colours, muting not a whit their vibrancy. The wind is quiet. Monday, May 17, 2010 2:35:52 PM via web

  239. The twinkle of town was afar in the warm rush of early night, but the stolen cab would get there before the night life gave up the ghost Sunday, May 16, 2010 3:25:20 AM via web

  240. It came a yellow river from the west where a man mountain made water; the children frolicked within its warmth and women washed raiments Sunday, May 16, 2010 3:20:32 AM via web

  241. Reality is the original Rorschach. Convinctions cause convicts. –Principia Discordia Thursday, May 13, 2010 3:00:24 PM via web

  242. Dislocated gunfire exchanged over a vast plain, whipcrack loud, by men who know not what they shoot at. They end up with dead brethen Wednesday, May 12, 2010 8:37:01 AM via web

  243. The ever constant rain had drawn his normally ebullient mane into limp strands. It was almost always night and never enough sleep. Wednesday, May 12, 2010 3:16:03 AM via web

  244. Bullshit makes the flowers grow & that’s beautiful –Principia Discordia #quotes Tuesday, May 11, 2010 3:22:44 PM via web

  245. A house on the brink, it teeter-totals, and splinters into dust as the lemmings, with a cry, hurl themselves over Tuesday, May 11, 2010 7:21:20 AM via web

  246. Jazz Hands! cries little Jimmy, and it is him, sax blatting from some fingers as soul pours from the rest with a dying man’s smile Tuesday, May 11, 2010 7:16:48 AM via web

  247. It is a settling, like a decomposing body settles into the loam. Time passing, a log of moments smouldering to ashes, becoming unreliable Tuesday, May 11, 2010 7:14:18 AM via web

  248. In the rocket cut sky swallows lie frozen in flight,a memory ambushed as Jimmy Cooney lies frozen in flight in the starsketch of earth orbit Tuesday, May 11, 2010 7:05:53 AM via web

  249. The vomitorium was filled with little children had too much sugar. When they left the celestial Romans high on the vine sampled the wares Tuesday, May 11, 2010 6:59:03 AM via web

  250. He dripped onto all fours and poured along the ground on small spatters of questing droplets. He drew back from the chill, reverting to gas Tuesday, May 11, 2010 6:56:10 AM via web

  251. It was a delicate filigree of mayhem and murder lacing the outskirts of Karkoump City; vagrants sprawled in alleys, their blood spent Monday, May 10, 2010 9:01:16 AM via web

  252. Corpulent Blob blew into town riding an evil smell. Whoopsa, he sez from his bent-back horse, I hadda a bean too many. Sunday, May 09, 2010 3:14:16 AM via web

  253. Remember we all were children. Even the stoutest gentleman burbled at mama’s breast and squealed in delight at daddy’s play Saturday, May 08, 2010 10:47:55 PM via web

  254. The landscapes of Sergio Leone is juxtaposed with a Kansas town where scintillas of windshield reflections slash livingroom walls Saturday, May 08, 2010 3:38:18 PM via web

  255. Its concourses are choked with panting steel beasts whose throbbing hearts in din drown any spoken words. Morsels of walking meat sigh Saturday, May 08, 2010 10:21:53 AM via web

  256. The city blinds me. It is the shrill brightness associated with scorching days, only it’s fucking cold. Saturday, May 08, 2010 10:07:22 AM via web

  257. From the black bursts doors of a thousand wheres plunging you into a fractal dream of exits. Paralyzed with indecision, you drift Wednesday, May 05, 2010 3:11:25 PM via web

  258. @BillWillingham The American Astronaut by The Bill Nayer Band may not be to the tastes of most people, but I consider it one of the best Wednesday, May 05, 2010 3:03:08 PM via web in reply to BillWillingham

  259. @rehabc Sure am! For one, baby farts are cute. It’s exhilarating/agonizing watching her learn to sit. You want to help but its got to be her Wednesday, May 05, 2010 2:46:20 PM via web in reply to rehabc

  260. What, has it been six months now? 😦 too quick http://twitpic.com/1kxtbm Tuesday, May 04, 2010 7:11:11 AM via Twitpic

  261. He was the world’s only werewolf half-alien vampire yeti superhero. It was a lonely life, but he managed with naught a vice and died happy Monday, May 03, 2010 3:02:37 PM via web

  262. Luminous compound eyes glitter, disco balls at a rave of the damned, the shuck and jive of the wormy undead swinging their mildewy scent Monday, May 03, 2010 3:00:47 PM via web

  263. They call Jesus Man the fisher of men, the old man sez, but what does a fisherman do with his catch? The man chuckled and chewed his catfish Monday, May 03, 2010 11:57:36 AM via web

  264. It yanks you many yesterdays away to a back seat throbbing mediocre rapvibrating the smoke in your lungs exhaled into sinful camaraderie Monday, May 03, 2010 11:55:26 AM via web

  265. She first ran the coffee shop out of a shanty,served it hot with eggshells; anaphylaxis took potential repeat customers.Yet business thrived Monday, May 03, 2010 11:53:23 AM via web

  266. It was a strange dance by old uncles, the wallaces of this country, but as the sun descends blood red on their cheeks it is also beautiful Monday, May 03, 2010 11:47:20 AM via web

  267. His give a damn slid away with a long tall glass of cool mint tea under the warm sun. Babby sleeps in shadow, wind stirring her sparse hair Monday, May 03, 2010 11:44:19 AM via web

  268. The jagged trail is lit by a carpet of phosphorescent beetles. If one should stand still upon that path, he will find himself yards away Monday, May 03, 2010 8:51:40 AM via web

  269. In a place with lots of trees, the wind is not so invisible. You can see its hand, its laughter, raking the spring born leaves under the sun Thursday, April 29, 2010 12:24:52 PM via web

  270. It is a tomorrow of dry winds and eroded bones. Yesterday has gone to dust in drifts against ancient relics of high technology Tuesday, April 27, 2010 5:51:55 AM via web

  271. With a roar, that’s what it was, the world slid side-wise on a smear of ear noise buzzing the colours heightened and leaping Tuesday, April 27, 2010 1:53:00 AM via web

  272. Three ascending foghorns: the first blatted,the second blarted,the third brrumped. The gate was opened, the fish released,the prisoners sunk Saturday, April 24, 2010 5:50:59 AM via web

  273. The baruchis came on black feathers and taloned away all foibles of the starving people. The next time, stringed hooks were put in the food. Saturday, April 24, 2010 5:48:41 AM via web

  274. A man placed his hands on my ear and prayed in tongues that I would be healed, said “It’s great to meet you Sam, and Jesus has healed you.” Friday, April 23, 2010 11:25:01 PM via web

  275. @TheRanee The easier to digest? 😉 Thursday, April 22, 2010 7:57:30 PM via web in reply to RamyaRanee

  276. @tipotato I love these days. I especially like it when fresh winter is short on daylight hours, before it gets to be a drag… Thursday, April 22, 2010 10:18:50 AM via web in reply to tipotato

  277. @TheRanee I’m slow to realize that it’s possible to send in wordpress posts via email, so that helps my “productivity” Thursday, April 22, 2010 10:17:08 AM via web in reply to RamyaRanee

  278. http://twitpic.com/1h3n6u – Lousy phone camera. Shirt says “Can you tweet too?” Tuesday, April 20, 2010 1:36:25 PM via TwitPic

  279. The leedle T-rex iz fighting sleep. Dis does warme ze cockles uv muh heart. Monday, April 19, 2010 9:12:09 AM via web

  280. The intergalactic object Froam stirred, unfolding spongy ventricles leaking purple vapor twisting strange geometries and huffed and puffed Monday, April 19, 2010 7:20:13 AM via web

  281. He spread his fingers. His palms shed light, pouring it onto the floor where it pooled like incandescent mercury. Saturday, April 17, 2010 3:21:32 AM via web

  282. @vesper7 Someone(Jeff Noon)put it like this: our noses are being raped by the pollen which settles in the mucus and tries to “impregnate” it Thursday, April 15, 2010 10:06:19 PM via web in reply to vesper7

  283. Wired with muscle he snicks through town on bicycle, a samurai sword strapped on his back. He pimps badass shades. He is Ghost Dog 2 Thursday, April 15, 2010 5:21:27 PM via web

  284. It is easy to see the wind as a sentient being, a fluid pattern of temperature and pressure extending around the world, shifting on whim Thursday, April 15, 2010 4:09:49 PM via web

  285. The Psycho Posse pomp and the Mad Kaliber, curlicues of sycophancy threading nascent shimmers of strange emotion in the insulted atmosphere Thursday, April 15, 2010 2:41:49 PM via web

  286. There is strange in the air like woodsmoke in a clear winter twilight. Syndicated weirdings cut through the ectoplasm in gelled frenzies Thursday, April 15, 2010 2:40:07 PM via web

  287. Miz van der Plump was investing in some dubious African diamonds when the fuzz came busting in,sending twinkles of glass twisting in the air Thursday, April 15, 2010 2:23:01 PM via web

  288. The PI had hidden his camera in a motherfucker of a hamburger and was snapping shots even as the meat squelched between his rotting teeth Thursday, April 15, 2010 2:16:48 PM via web

  289. Crane machines filled to the brim with stuffed animals and garish electronics; instead of claws, infants are dangled, cooing as they lower Thursday, April 15, 2010 10:41:40 AM via web

  290. Impossible objects glimpsed in the celestial viaduct explode outward indelibly imprinting their very impossiblity on your retinas Wednesday, April 14, 2010 8:13:49 PM via web

  291. It is not yet noon. The sun has pushed its light against the tree whose shadow throws a rictus on the asphalt. Nobody walks on that bad omen Wednesday, April 14, 2010 5:39:09 PM via web

  292. Being dropped down a hole wasn’t nice, Johnny discerned before he hit bottom, a smooth unshivered plane of deepest bluest purest well water Wednesday, April 14, 2010 5:38:01 PM via web

  293. Whip cream fantasties frosted the thoughts of one lonely mug of chocolate milk, of sexy sprinkles and a long thick stick of cinnamon Wednesday, April 14, 2010 5:37:10 PM via web

  294. Spam Goth tricked her tendril fibrillating boiled space, translating locale to locale on burbles of chuckles threading thin intergal mirth Wednesday, April 14, 2010 4:26:17 PM via web

  295. Gunslinger Kat furrupted the main narrative escalating the konflict to gignormous proportions priapistic against furslick cleft wet welted Wednesday, April 14, 2010 4:23:17 PM via web

  296. He got a sun gun. It shot supernova bullets. He set up a bottle and pulled the trigger. It was never meant to be used on a planetary body Wednesday, April 14, 2010 4:08:11 PM via web

  297. His progress is marked by the cargo cults that spring in his wake. He stands on the bow of his white yacht regally smoking, as a god should Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:59:37 PM via web

  298. Screwball cocktails, a pair, slosh gently on the tray one-armed high above a madly windmilling waiter with a banana under his shoe Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:56:32 PM via web

  299. Ashcans overflow the livingroom surfaces, the eternal smoker slouched on a ragged seat under an dusty pile of butts and cigarette spoor Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:53:46 PM via web

  300. Ears cover each inch of its flesh, and it is naked before the scientists. One says, “It’s useless! All these ears, each one of them deaf!” Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:49:55 PM via web

  301. Chainlink dreams rattle a ghostly moonbeam struck with fogmist twisping. Running always with all things receding the faster, further you go Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:47:36 PM via web

  302. …in the event of an uneventful event eventually uneventual events the event… Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:46:06 PM via web

  303. Succumb, mistuh Slocumb, to the might and authority of my leaden titanium-coated iron fist glistening with ruby and diamond and emerald! Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:43:06 PM via web

  304. Arcane archibalds lampoon stride stricken passes along cartoon tone hallways dodging bombs and anvils mired in the echo of a single laugh Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:40:32 PM via web

  305. A celebrity grasps bob’s hand, who to the celebrity’s horror, whips out a hacksaw to cut and enclose that shaken appendage in a glass jar Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:36:45 PM via web

  306. A land of love and light, like the fecund forest before a drought, it gives rise to renaissances and romance before the dust comes Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:35:32 PM via web

  307. It is meathenge, the giants picking up panicked people by the fistfuls to ply like clay, or hamburger, into stackable occult shapes Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:34:26 PM via web

  308. Fast cars and thundercrack gimlets on shimmering asphalt’s toasty slipstream towards the city of night lights and soft calliope music Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:32:33 PM via web

  309. #True story The pet shop lemur perched on a faux branch strokes its long black member as a mother cries out and averts her child’s awed gaze Wednesday, April 14, 2010 3:30:01 PM via web

  310. The sky was the screaming blue of God’s iris, the pitch black retina of night hours away. Pink Beard’s ship cut the ocean southwardsly Monday, April 12, 2010 8:05:57 AM via web

  311. He extracted the nuggets using ten simultaneous steps with massive dexterity and concentration, breaking only a single bead of sweat Monday, April 12, 2010 5:22:40 AM via web

  312. There are large and dark things under the world, and bright things above the world, equally fearsome. In the middle, the small are cunning Friday, April 09, 2010 11:37:22 PM via web

  313. “Sans teeth I can’t chew my meat,” lamented the monster. Surely you can devise a tool? asked a rat. “Can’t you see? I haven’t hands!” Friday, April 09, 2010 11:33:30 PM via web

  314. He rode coach to the dustbowl, large lies molasses on his cruel lips dotting the bodies of women discarded waysides. He drank iced tea Friday, April 09, 2010 11:31:02 PM via web

  315. The Conehedrons transliterated with audible pops licking out of warp on bizarre trajectories curling metaphysical gray matter crenellations Friday, April 09, 2010 6:42:09 PM via web

  316. He travelled the world in pursuit of the Great Nurple. He found what he was looking for right at home at the iron fist of his infant nephew Friday, April 09, 2010 5:04:35 PM via web

  317. My dear constant suicide, you poor figment of the multiversal cosmic joker, you poor victim of comic tragedies, you poor food for laughter Friday, April 09, 2010 3:34:30 PM via web

  318. Machine Corporation Ad: We want to put your souls into virtual reality and use your bodies for batteries! Friday, April 09, 2010 3:32:48 PM via web

  319. Scattered across the country there are cloud factorieswith giant smokestacks that spew clouds into the sky as quickly as the clouds go away Friday, April 09, 2010 9:20:59 AM via web

  320. The Pink Elephants were a radical animal rights group who,rather than stage protests and make flyers, spent most of their time smoking grass Friday, April 09, 2010 9:16:17 AM via web

  321. It has the kind of lighting that confuses you with sunlight, and you’re looking around for the skylight when you remember it’s three AM Friday, April 09, 2010 8:56:59 AM via web

  322. It disintegrates slowly, atomic decay going from half-life to half-life. I imagine a pock-marked soul wound through with holes like a sponge Friday, April 09, 2010 8:55:51 AM via web

  323. No sound… No sound, these noises fall on deaf ears Friday, April 09, 2010 8:44:03 AM via web

  324. It is one of these days the past assaults you in a disorganized sequence triggered by light, temperature, smell, and/or state of mind. Friday, April 09, 2010 8:41:54 AM via web

  325. Over the dew-lapped fields the final thunderclap of night’s unsprung storm rolls to herald the return of world’s color along with its sun Friday, April 09, 2010 8:18:48 AM via web

  326. Hardpan deadpan Thursday, April 08, 2010 6:19:33 PM via web

  327. Ugh, the giant spat, tastes like vomitorium. Huh? queried his mate. The giant shrugged sheepishly, saying, I done ate a vomitorium once… Thursday, April 08, 2010 5:05:18 PM via web

  328. Ugh, the giant spat, tastes like a vomitorium. Huh? queried his mate. The giant shrugged sheepishly saying, I done ate a vomitorium once… Thursday, April 08, 2010 2:59:34 PM via web

  329. The Marlboro Man saw the sun rise at a tilt from true West. Disconcerted,he smoked. Cancer took him the next day just before the world ended Thursday, April 08, 2010 7:13:49 AM via web

  330. Some people are willing to wait fifteen minutes in cold for one door to open when another, always open, is just one minute away Thursday, April 08, 2010 7:07:07 AM via web

  331. A darkle was all it took to dim the sun and, therefore, all its constituents on the good Earth below. Farm animals behaved erratically. LOL Thursday, April 08, 2010 7:05:54 AM via web

  332. Though it may come a shock,I am a proper noun,said Astralganous,and my usage shall be allowed in Scrabble to interest the younger generation Thursday, April 08, 2010 7:02:15 AM via web

  333. Softly I scent things that are deep down inside dreams masquerading as unbridled lust; it is a slow violation of my olfactory functions Thursday, April 08, 2010 12:16:15 AM via web

  334. Cataractalactatiteraticicle! Wednesday, April 07, 2010 3:47:27 PM via web

  335. The city was flattened by an alien threat, the refugees filling the massive sewers to build hovels with garbage and defecation Wednesday, April 07, 2010 3:44:31 PM via web

  336. Bringing serious tonnage to the issue, fish heads and catspaws locked in strange ikons clog the Babel sewers to all stink bringing the bugs Wednesday, April 07, 2010 3:40:52 PM via web

  337. A mime with tear molten facepaint sat on a park bench lit by a lone lamp. A dog came from the fog, lent a helping tongue the limp mime hand Wednesday, April 07, 2010 3:37:46 PM via web

  338. A slurpy eruption gave the lady gut stab giggles to no end as he groaned with indigation and fled the scene on bare soles Wednesday, April 07, 2010 3:00:20 PM via web

  339. The gunjam blues finds the cries, whimpers, tortured howls of the mortally wounded sufficient wind instruments. Wednesday, April 07, 2010 1:41:28 PM via web

  340. The gunjam blues gets its percussion from jammed firearms exploding hot metal shrapnel into buttersoft flesh. Wednesday, April 07, 2010 1:38:16 PM via web

  341. I have a secret, the fate of the world hinges upon this, the man said, before his temple dissolved into a red mist speckling her aghast face Wednesday, April 07, 2010 1:36:45 PM via web

  342. As clouds dragged themselves along the cobalt blue, daggers of fragmented sunlight scintillated from the car-choked roads Wednesday, April 07, 2010 1:35:06 PM via web

  343. He fell from the branch, a leaf fluttering under his feet,and impacted a spider web which caught the leaf and catapulted him a good distance Wednesday, April 07, 2010 9:27:31 AM via web

  344. The nexus in the choke of crowd, a mad band plays, their light a flowerburst in the surge of people rippling outward in strange colours Tuesday, April 06, 2010 1:11:20 PM via web

  345. /Thunder Words Tuesday, April 06, 2010 7:18:31 AM via web

  346. Krriztlizrrtrickle… Tuesday, April 06, 2010 7:18:18 AM via web

  347. Frondrothomolemilerachimpericatherat! Tuesday, April 06, 2010 7:17:17 AM via web

  348. Manomallowallowimmengimmenchinging! Tuesday, April 06, 2010 7:15:28 AM via web

  349. Keecheejerkerchukakachachoom! Tuesday, April 06, 2010 7:13:24 AM via web

  350. Thunder Words Tuesday, April 06, 2010 7:11:34 AM via web

  351. The air is wet dirt digging into my nostrils and the wind, oh, the wind! it has the cool balm of a spring fresh from winter far from summer Tuesday, April 06, 2010 7:05:46 AM via web

  352. Workers used meter long drivers to attach arm length bolts to the massive piece of metal, an iota of the hull of the generation ship Tuesday, April 06, 2010 5:26:19 AM via web

  353. String up as many as you like but there are never enough balloons (or helium, for that matter) to lift the man with a piano for a casket Monday, April 05, 2010 10:14:46 PM via web

  354. It was a jam of epic proportions, thunder coming from the mouths of singers to shudder along ebb and flow of mournful guitars and joy drums Monday, April 05, 2010 10:13:34 PM via web

  355. He injected some vim and took pills from a bottle labeled vigor.His red rimmed eyes looked back at him from the mirror.Nothing works anymore Monday, April 05, 2010 10:11:45 PM via web

  356. Young punks with electric hair troll Proton Boulevard, the filigree of their conversation deep and laced by sparks from their sharp teeth Monday, April 05, 2010 9:40:17 PM via web

  357. Psychic combatants are bed-ridden and tended to by nurses while they wage their war. All the superpowers are puppeted into world peace Monday, April 05, 2010 9:32:58 PM via web

  358. It was a culture of musk. Armpit hair hung in tender treads. Lovers nuzzled sweaty chasms of flesh. Perfumes bottled pheromone body sweat Monday, April 05, 2010 7:56:11 AM via web

  359. The tall shack doubled over, rickety as ever, the old man in a creaking rocking chair. A thin line of spittle clings to his harmonica. Monday, April 05, 2010 7:39:50 AM via web

  360. Bright new trees frothing forth blooms trembling slightly the rain kissing each petal with its own cold love fallen from glorious grey skies Monday, April 05, 2010 7:37:08 AM via web

  361. A stone lion crusted with moss and lichen poses mid-spring. Rank water pours from its gullet. Its haunches are splattered with bird shit. Monday, April 05, 2010 7:27:49 AM via web

  362. The derelict craft hung in the void as space moved past, a slow river of cosmic effluvia; inside were bones and dust and dead dreams. Monday, April 05, 2010 7:24:44 AM via web

  363. Too many holes.The humans could do with a design correction, said Qralkgh.Look at us! Just one orifice for all of our digestive requirements Monday, April 05, 2010 2:34:44 AM via web

  364. My God, they’re savages, whispered the pastor to his wife. They even have a sexual position called The Missionary! Monday, April 05, 2010 2:28:36 AM via web

  365. Don’t you hate it when you check if the coast is clear then rip one off, only to have the area fill up with people who know very well who Monday, April 05, 2010 12:51:02 AM via web

  366. It was a tommy gun western where vampires holed out in a dark shack in the long day before blasting through hordes of zombie for live blood Monday, April 05, 2010 12:36:17 AM via web

  367. The unction came silken from the corner of his mouth shedding blue cigarette smoke. From the same corner ratcheted a bloody violent cough Sunday, April 04, 2010 3:03:40 PM via web

  368. The leper woke to a dirge and as he was moved to wipe the tears from his cheek he found that the rats had been at his fingers Sunday, April 04, 2010 2:52:14 PM via web

  369. To the horror of passerbys she doled out dollops of Preparation H to her kindergarten class. Later: “My God, the H doesn’t stand for hand!?” Sunday, April 04, 2010 12:55:25 PM via web

  370. The bold brown squirrel piroquetted on the empty main street, its bushy tail following eagerly even towards that ignominous death by tyre Sunday, April 04, 2010 8:21:57 AM via web

  371. http://twitpic.com/1d65lx – spring loaded weather Sunday, April 04, 2010 8:20:13 AM via TwitPic

  372. The tree’s roots are like the pale, twisted fingers of the dead pushing from the ground. A decay permeates it, even in bright sunshine Sunday, April 04, 2010 8:15:02 AM via web

  373. The engine dog paws the ground and charges, leaping onto the engine boy with excited sparks of sound, motor oil sopping on his tin face Sunday, April 04, 2010 8:12:06 AM via web

  374. Rank poison sluiced down its iron grey jaw. Its eyes burned red coals, a hiss steaming from its ears, its locomotion dull thunder. Sunday, April 04, 2010 8:00:47 AM via web

  375. The Queen poured into court a small smile that did not bode well to her simpering sycophants for it meant she had thought of a new cruelty Sunday, April 04, 2010 7:57:35 AM via web

  376. Booty Pop is a product that fills out buttocks without cosmetic surgery. Uncle Roy wears them to local High School games to pad the benches Sunday, April 04, 2010 2:32:35 AM via web

  377. In the void within the beaker of pure vacuum, the Warlock murmured, are vast energies masquerading as emptiness. Sunday, April 04, 2010 2:30:30 AM via web

  378. Absolute Nothingness is the artifice of a simple mind that cannot see past common polarities, says the Warlock gazing into pure vacuum Sunday, April 04, 2010 2:26:57 AM via web

  379. The Memoirs of Island Killer Pirate Space Captain Despot Bastard Son: not one bit of this monologue is a lie, except for, well, everything. Sunday, April 04, 2010 2:19:04 AM via web

  380. A watched bunny doesn’t lay eggs,the Easter Bunny growled at the scientists circling his cage. To their horror,he eats the eggs as they come Saturday, April 03, 2010 11:09:35 AM via web

  381. Incarcerated contortists and acrobats stage a stupendous, mind-boggling prison break to join a gypsy train turning tricks in faceless towns Saturday, April 03, 2010 11:06:47 AM via web

  382. The music slid out in slow honey drawls the throaty moan of the lead lady buxom in the damp spotlight peppered by tinshot drums oiled waxy Saturday, April 03, 2010 11:04:34 AM via web

  383. His gaol was a steel cylinder down which food was thrown and waste was not pulled up. His slug inspired belly suctionally creeped to escape. Friday, April 02, 2010 4:16:58 AM via web

  384. To escape the gulag Dedalus devised a kite from the tanned hide of the dead to crest the corridor winds. They shot the icari down. Friday, April 02, 2010 4:14:41 AM via web

  385. The eidetic is a solipistic time traveller existent in each moment of his perfect recall Friday, April 02, 2010 3:50:32 AM via web

  386. He counted his life and found it small. He boarded a bus to some kalamazoo, then it became a paris, a prague, a helenski, becoming nepalized Friday, April 02, 2010 3:37:00 AM via web

  387. Returned from the stars, the prodigal orphans become sons and daughters in the warm, unwitting embrace of Man, and their seed went forth Friday, April 02, 2010 3:11:11 AM via web

  388. Silent screams inside schizophrenic dreams of yesterdayselves bogged down by the human condition, they are the mad lost children of Terra Friday, April 02, 2010 3:05:29 AM via web

  389. They become chronic patrons of rehabilition faculties and enjoy stints of correction. Fuck kind of life is this? they say, utterly addicted Friday, April 02, 2010 3:00:20 AM via web

  390. Aliens come as us but the catch is they have to drink like fish. They go on to win beer competitions and upstage wine tastings. Friday, April 02, 2010 2:57:39 AM via web

  391. with bullets of pearl artistic grandeur regal of ivory in pools of fresh spilt blood Friday, April 02, 2010 2:28:22 AM via web

  392. Gunsmith surrsurring raw onyx on thrumming lathe with mightiest steel straining in fist creates the world’s first arboreal handgun Friday, April 02, 2010 2:24:24 AM via web

  393. The burgermeisters in a row open their sphincters above a steel conveyor belt depositing glistening brown patties roasted into wheat bun Friday, April 02, 2010 1:35:14 AM via web

  394. Heah, heah, a komedy chow, cummon in. Gnaw on yer funnah bone, tickel it silluh! Let dem chuckles roam free like free range chickeeen Friday, April 02, 2010 12:32:11 AM via web

  395. Hull bristling don’t fuck with me armaments, it sank into the quantum froth and lay in wait for unsuspecting relativistic travelers Friday, April 02, 2010 12:29:04 AM via web

  396. It takes a burst of flatulence to propel through the waters at a reasonable clip, and a specific effervescence of the bubbles is tantamount Friday, April 02, 2010 12:22:07 AM via web

  397. Holy bat shit, he exclaimed, having stepped into some. The tribes men rushed to him, lifted him and tenderly cleaned his soles Friday, April 02, 2010 12:20:33 AM via web

  398. He had eaten a pair of bunnies and some time later he regurgitated a litter of vampire rabbits who then devoured even his tough hide Friday, April 02, 2010 12:19:39 AM via web

  399. A shattering, a psyche, and a fall. Tumbling in pieces space-time has a harrowing quality of high fidelity sinking in incandescent oil Friday, April 02, 2010 12:13:49 AM via web

  400. Over its granite lips white hot molassesomely shivering into the fecund valley. Twenty years later it is rampant with life much complex Friday, April 02, 2010 12:12:11 AM via web

  401. Lawnchamber! A grass clipping filled beakerbeasy mutated something juicily horrible with champing thistle and pollen chafe blossoms rub raw Thursday, April 01, 2010 7:11:56 PM via web

  402. All edgethumps retort to the back please, and kinesthesia your heels accurately wound up next to athlete feet. May march, rear arms, gumshot Thursday, April 01, 2010 7:07:59 PM via web

  403. His arms are burnt a shiny red, an arc welder buzzing in his ham fist. With stainless steel wire he sparks toaster to toaster into a quilt Thursday, April 01, 2010 5:28:09 PM via web

  404. http://twitpic.com/1cgj2h – Divorce is rough in Kansas Thursday, April 01, 2010 3:12:33 PM via TwitPic

  405. When Bob enter the office toilet, silent men remove the exterior walls and transform his office into a brothel. Bob so happy, doesn’t notice Thursday, April 01, 2010 11:32:57 AM via web

  406. Feel that strange wind, it is the rushing of angels, the swirl of their shedded wingfeathers minor miracles and lucky accidents. Thursday, April 01, 2010 11:27:02 AM via web

  407. A thousand chrome hounds line its massive walls, prowling. A thousand iridium gargoyles patrol its high reaches, growling. Jerichoinvincible Thursday, April 01, 2010 11:14:46 AM via web

  408. When busting gats in the hood lost its luster,he graduated to busting balls in the courtroom.When the world turned bad,he took law into hand Thursday, April 01, 2010 11:11:54 AM via web

  409. His skull is pierced from brow to nape with a nest of vipers.He has a beard of distended leeches. The rest of his body is armored with ticks Thursday, April 01, 2010 11:07:48 AM via web

  410. Neophytes don cloaks and werebeast masks as they march along torchlit trails towards the towering stone edifice where virgins await a pyre Thursday, April 01, 2010 11:04:11 AM via web

  411. The Azucar Roads are empty by day, but at night they fill with all sorts of illicit confections from gingerbread dudes to gum drop dames Thursday, April 01, 2010 10:49:52 AM via web

  412. The battery factory, razed, is an overgrown lot fenced with chain-link and barbed wire. A lone mailbox stands just behind the gate. Thursday, April 01, 2010 10:46:35 AM via web

  413. trashionasta, couture is out, garbage can lid hats are in, hefty wrap minidresses, aluminium can high heels (should be called hells) are in Thursday, April 01, 2010 12:30:40 AM via web

  414. I viddy ye sneaksnucking out ze walls cum night, the sentry sez through a mouthful of rank tobacco. A couple bits o’ coins should blind me. Wednesday, March 31, 2010 5:29:42 PM via web

  415. I haul all scrapped vehicles, the ad said. Well they whaled out out of the deal when Qthxlhorz called about his mile-long interstellar craft Wednesday, March 31, 2010 5:23:50 PM via web

  416. The fool and the idiot screaming in a sail shredded dinghy brave savage ngalu over mountainous foam froth in the purple thunder night Wednesday, March 31, 2010 4:36:15 PM via web

  417. Weird sisters in punk goth line up a mile long at the Mountains of Doom, the syncopation of bass zonks wafting from intagliated iron doors Wednesday, March 31, 2010 4:08:57 PM via web

  418. Let us show you our outrage, screamedthe flyer protesting rehabbed clowns. I picked it up and listened to its obtuse but passionate tirade Wednesday, March 31, 2010 2:50:46 PM via web

  419. Psychopompous men with round guts and glistening pates twirl their plump mustaches as they stroll round the boulevard of pretentiousness Wednesday, March 31, 2010 2:15:23 PM via web

  420. One bright morning, Kip Chumps found himself the victim of penis thieves. The cops came,the head shrinker in tow, and made no arrests. Koro! Wednesday, March 31, 2010 2:02:12 PM via web

  421. Basso Nova, that aching thump in the dark exemplified by star crash amps and paper-rippin’ vocalzords; they bumpin’ tears croon down cheeks Wednesday, March 31, 2010 12:41:43 PM via web

  422. There was a black dot in my wake and when I asked them about it they said it was death and when it wasn’t just a black dot it’d engulf me Wednesday, March 31, 2010 12:39:33 PM via web

  423. Grandma’s letter to folks: Do you remember Leon Hood wife (Kim)? She die about a month ago–she hadn’t been sick. She just die all sudden. Wednesday, March 31, 2010 12:37:19 PM via web

  424. The lizard men cut off their tails in preparation for war, fashioning them into swords, clubs, flails,and axes with rope and shards of glass Wednesday, March 31, 2010 12:00:23 PM via web

  425. The vampire walking the world carried a journal of negro flesh covering caucasian hide pages bound with the tendons of asians. Wednesday, March 31, 2010 11:52:26 AM via web

  426. Frakkle doggle! exclaimed the Steampunk Kid.This here widget iz being a protuberance in the arse. He kicked the engine and it roared to life Wednesday, March 31, 2010 10:23:32 AM via web

  427. A thunder of conscience seized the serial mutilator, and when they opened his jail the next morning they found him blind deaf and dumb. Wednesday, March 31, 2010 10:06:46 AM via web

  428. Loaded diapers were flung at the windows belonging to CEOs of Huggies and Pampers to protest the unbiodegradable nature of their products Wednesday, March 31, 2010 10:04:26 AM via web

  429. The legomen are ETs with interchangeable body parts who crash landed on Earth ten years ago. A black market has proliferated in that trade Wednesday, March 31, 2010 10:03:03 AM via web

  430. A neo-vintage Crankillac sideswept a Gaz hauler and drivers in a five-mile stretch of interstate were dropped full blown into psychedelica Wednesday, March 31, 2010 10:00:50 AM via web

  431. In the cave darkness phosphor shrimp feast on neon algae. A demon grin snickety snacks moonbeam wattage carving dreamy aniline contours. Tuesday, March 30, 2010 6:52:02 PM via web

  432. A lampshade decked out in the red blue white stands stout on a streetcorner while a man prances around it, grinds it, and sings: LAMPDANCER Tuesday, March 30, 2010 7:14:08 AM via web

  433. The giant settled his poor sore haunches down on the soft thatch, groaning with pleasure. Within a moment, he was asleep and turned to stone Tuesday, March 30, 2010 7:12:35 AM via web

  434. Two homosexuals traded blows in an arena full of Christian Fundamentals who cried out in horror and secretly had erections. Tuesday, March 30, 2010 6:30:45 AM via web

  435. The cockroach graveyard a swamp gas green buzz of light coming from no particular place going to the twitches and flutters of mourners Tuesday, March 30, 2010 2:23:27 AM via web

  436. Moxy Kat, out for a stroll, and who should she meet but her good friend Ida Rat? Cummon here,Ida Rat sez,to this X mark spot. An anvil falls Tuesday, March 30, 2010 2:15:12 AM via web

  437. Big Brain’s over taxed synapses, each one of them firing simultaneously, cascaded with rhythmic patterns thus achieving Satori with a moan Tuesday, March 30, 2010 2:13:37 AM via web

  438. You know, good sir, I can’t help but feel you’re spitting into the eye of a gift horse. Tuesday, March 30, 2010 1:41:48 AM via web

  439. A tiger, a spiff motherfucker in his emerald tuxedo, jams on a burning pianola as the ship keels into the azure, ice-studded seas. Tuesday, March 30, 2010 1:03:41 AM via web

  440. Dog Bumpgarder slugged Cock-o-Cola just as the Jeep’s driver set out to drive over each and every pothole along the old road. Tuesday, March 30, 2010 12:58:58 AM via web

  441. In this town, the post-coital bliss is spent roaming the 24-hour Wal-mart Supercenter, the ladies up in jammies, men wearing tired scowls Tuesday, March 30, 2010 12:54:59 AM via web

  442. The crazy bird lady in the park with pigeons all over her arms and shoulders is only there to feed the cats Monday, March 29, 2010 11:46:46 PM via web

  443. Nearly pulled pork, black brisket, choked chicken are one of the many constitutions of the The Artery Shrinkage Bistro’s heart attack fare Monday, March 29, 2010 11:46:08 PM via web

  444. A secret: semi-retired spinsters in badly lit storerooms clip coupons for guerilla distribution in strategic locations of the supermarket. Monday, March 29, 2010 10:50:31 PM via web

  445. The little king took the seven-legged orb weaver from its jar, saying Good-bye, old friend, and crushed it above a goblet. Monday, March 29, 2010 10:22:02 PM via web

  446. Punk Halberd joined a Vietnamese cloned monkey cult. They charged him a thousand dollars and shaved him silly. He learned sign language. Monday, March 29, 2010 3:46:52 PM via web

  447. It was a fall with the thunder of original sin and all humankind was rent asunder for ages. As always, Man got to his knees and stood up. Monday, March 29, 2010 3:40:53 PM via web

  448. It’s all gone daffy, the man in the fedora casually commented, brushing the daffodil pollen from his nose as he straightened his back. Monday, March 29, 2010 3:16:16 PM via web

  449. A Max Fleischer cartoon has wrapped itself onto his life and all he can do is pull a Cab Calloway and hi-hi-di-de-doh with the devil Monday, March 29, 2010 3:08:52 PM via web

  450. It was a dark and stormy day the eve of the aviatrix’s mad and doomed flight over the land of giants. Her biplane, caught in a fist, folded. Monday, March 29, 2010 12:50:31 PM via web

  451. He pulled his vampire zombie children in a wagon; their mother was out for blood. They gnashed and growled with their dear little claws out. Monday, March 29, 2010 12:36:24 PM via web

  452. She had different lives, and watched them carefully with a compound eye. This way, she decimated a goverment, started a war, and got married Monday, March 29, 2010 10:50:41 AM via web

  453. A frog pursuing a plump fly climbed into the exhaust of the Earth Raper and stuck up the whole damn thing, the engine blowing to bits. Monday, March 29, 2010 10:41:42 AM via web

  454. Meat gloves are an entirely different story, and are content to nibble at its wearer’s digits. Don’t get me started on meat helmets! Monday, March 29, 2010 10:37:18 AM via web

  455. Tra-la-la,splashing puddles, the sinewy galoshes of his meat boots galumphed happily in his step, devouring the occasional insect or bird Monday, March 29, 2010 10:32:35 AM via web

  456. He lit out one AM, embarked the laugh express chuckling right outta town on mirthy rails towards the great North where it’s always a riot Monday, March 29, 2010 10:29:49 AM via web

  457. Here, have some barleywhine, the Head Cheese sez, pouring lamentations into an ale mug. This heah haz good head, you sez with a foamy stache Monday, March 29, 2010 10:23:48 AM via web

  458. Kristal Nurlphy gazed over the storm wracked sea, her toes curling precariously over the swath of grass that furrowed outward from the cliff Monday, March 29, 2010 10:22:02 AM via web

  459. Bonestorm, cried the Injuncats diving for cover. Plump and ribald apparitions hammered every open surface, continuously coming. Monday, March 29, 2010 9:10:31 AM via web

  460. During the opening night of Schizophrenica: The Musical the critics were driven stark raving mad by embedded subliminal messages Sunday, March 28, 2010 5:04:44 PM via web

  461. Midnights brought out the open eyed howls of strange fauna, the likes of which one was best advised to avoid. This is why man built houses Sunday, March 28, 2010 4:47:27 PM via web

  462. He fried eggs at high noon in a deserted parking lot, sheltering under a frayed tarp that flapped and cracked in the hot wind. Sunday, March 28, 2010 4:46:29 PM via web

  463. With a wet pop he pried open the beetle’s carapace, his fat fingers pulling at the succulent contents. His goatee was smeared with ichor. Sunday, March 28, 2010 4:44:43 PM via web

  464. Mornagroams loxy dishubille amid wireburst trickjectories armadas rioting larynx plancky this, plink pluncky that, ughmostly dickgressing Sunday, March 28, 2010 8:08:38 AM via web

  465. A moonbeam stung gaze starlight upon the nightmare seas surging bituminous chitin and gnashing bone sliver maws of dark, mindless things Sunday, March 28, 2010 7:59:04 AM via web

  466. He sprang from bed into his pants and was out in a huff, chugging down wandering streets haunted by memories pressing coats to themselves Sunday, March 28, 2010 5:23:17 AM via web

  467. then the hunt begins once more. Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:48:52 AM via web

  468. roasted in an open pit, its succulent meat enjoyed tremendously by the people, drunk on fermented avian emissions. The revelry lasts a week Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:48:35 AM via web

  469. course of months, its seminal fluid constantly harvested until either a solstice or equinox. It is Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:46:52 AM via web

  470. milk the prostate for its life giving salty wash. It is sent to graze the fields like a naked, overgrown chicken, to slowly fatten over the Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:45:08 AM via web

  471. men, women, and children with fishgut rope. They lash it to the earth, and the children pluck its highly prized feathers as the adults Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:43:12 AM via web

  472. as their faces press into its cloaca, and the golden avian pummels dust miasmic and foliage flat as it lands, to be set upon cheering Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:41:05 AM via web

  473. and a pull to the left banks left. To ascend, the scrotum is embraced, the men swinging their legs upward against its feathered breast even Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:37:40 AM via web

  474. are swallowed by the verdant spray of land. The men reach for the scrotum and squeeze. The golden beast is theirs. A pull to the right banks Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:35:48 AM via web

  475. consciousness, both man and beast, and hurtle towards the curve of the world, their survival dependent on both coming awake before they Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:32:16 AM via web

  476. desperation they rise above the cloud cover where the blue sky thins out to the color of the star-shattered void to gag and lose Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:30:49 AM via web

  477. they tie themselves securely to the twisting limbs, enduring the beast’s shitting terrors and the absence of oxygen when, as an act of Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:28:37 AM via web

  478. climb hand over hand as the wind shears them, as the beast drops into freefall to abruptly ascend,until they reach the obsidian talons where Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:24:58 AM via web

  479. already attached to the bolos,is tied to the waists of men which are flung here and there as the beast fights its new,confusing gravity. The Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:21:02 AM via web

  480. to wrap around the talons of these beasts, and a high tensile intestine of a sea fish found only in the schizophrenic waters of the North, Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:19:02 AM via web

  481. They were gold-feathered avians; only the wild and rough men could ride them. Bolos would be flung from precarious cliff face perches Sunday, March 28, 2010 2:16:43 AM via web

  482. Two-Dim smiled at Tri-Sum, interrupting the conjecture of angels. Pythagoras frowned and failed the theorem. Saturday, March 27, 2010 3:43:30 PM via web

  483. Slothrob dropped a harmonica into a shit-crusted toilet to pull a Slothtrop, but all he pulled was a muscle and a hefty bill from the FDNY Saturday, March 27, 2010 3:14:33 PM via web

  484. Why is it always a descent into madness? It is an acension upon the shoulders of neuroses to tongue graze the blinding radiance of the All Saturday, March 27, 2010 3:09:03 PM via web

  485. A grabby glue adheres the two.Emotional ties become knotted,twisted,then futilely entangled. One’s death tears pieces of soul from the other Saturday, March 27, 2010 3:06:05 PM via web

  486. A confused religious icon in neon on a street of a derelict industry: lost children bathe in its glow, as if at the window of a candy shop. Saturday, March 27, 2010 1:57:53 PM via web

  487. Zords descending the rampart fnords slaking thunder bastard hungerthirsts are the wild immigrant whims of miscegnating ords and nances. Saturday, March 27, 2010 1:20:29 PM via web

  488. –tired of waiting. Twilight is too damn ambiguous,”the other says to which one responds quietly,”Then let’s hope it is the end.” They wait. Saturday, March 27, 2010 12:56:20 PM via web

  489. –the difference? Our stories were written, and is forever always in some Limbo of these Time winds.” They wait some more. “I’m fucking– Saturday, March 27, 2010 12:53:32 PM via web

  490. –the difference?” They fidget in this half state, still waiting. “Hey, Vlad… are We coming or going?” one says to the reply, “What’s– Saturday, March 27, 2010 12:50:53 PM via web

  491. During the twilight of Man, the archetypal duo awaits. “Vlad, or wasn’t it Rosen Crantz?” one says, to the reply “Take your pick, what’s– Saturday, March 27, 2010 12:48:04 PM via web

  492. His body is a sprawl of ink, of ancient, amateurish Disney caricatures to complex tribals, each with a story, and he has forgotten them all Saturday, March 27, 2010 12:38:50 PM via web

  493. Aluminum cans made up one wall of the hovel, and the east end boasted multi-coloured bottleglasses that blazed at sunrise. A carpet of grass Saturday, March 27, 2010 2:33:04 AM via web

  494. It is a sound of rent metal, of a thousand gears, a million joists crumpling in a dirge heralding the end. The tin men were dying. Saturday, March 27, 2010 12:39:31 AM via web

  495. the howl dog prowled gently the furry crests of his territory,eyeing the yellow light at the horizon pulling atthe low grey scraps of clouds Saturday, March 27, 2010 12:32:21 AM via web

  496. When Katharine wept blood in the rectory the congregation was aghast at the miracle then the tragedy as a beggar rushed in and shot her Saturday, March 27, 2010 12:25:20 AM via web

  497. Shopping centers liquidated until only the litter of yesterday’s prosperity strewn along the parking lots remained. The hobos came, smiling Friday, March 26, 2010 11:19:58 AM via web

  498. The strange boy pulling at the two-string bango on a mud sunk porch looks at you.Your sphincter involuntarily clenches in a prophetic act Friday, March 26, 2010 11:09:24 AM via web

  499. Misunderstanding the estrogen pills seized from a cruise ship to be barbituates, the pirates grew breasts as their emotional tides surged Friday, March 26, 2010 11:02:23 AM via web

  500. Concealed gun lawmakers discuss the finer points of concealing bazookas within one’s clothings: “People would think I had too much Viagra!” Friday, March 26, 2010 10:53:23 AM via web

  501. A flash mob materializes in a mall to stage a gunfight where the deaths are real, and its spokesperson exclaims that art imitates life Friday, March 26, 2010 10:51:53 AM via web

  502. The dancer twirls elegantly in a dark room, the film projector strapped to her spine sending smears of silent cinema along felt-lined walls Friday, March 26, 2010 10:50:21 AM via web

  503. Seraphina likes the Ride of the Valkyries and, on a nod, journeys on a roar to gather with them on the cloud tops of absolute slumber Friday, March 26, 2010 10:15:05 AM via web

  504. My wife says the wailing baby needs white noise, and I reply that my constant flatulence is not enough? That’s brown noise! she rebuts. Friday, March 26, 2010 10:00:52 AM via web

  505. Down the street the windows of an abandoned warehouse light up with explosions of sparks from the insane experiments of insane scientists Friday, March 26, 2010 9:59:38 AM via web

  506. It is a curtain of silk, led by descending orb weavers of murderous intent magicked by the Malicious Wizards Association of the Americas Friday, March 26, 2010 9:54:53 AM via web

  507. Your brains on the wall by her bullets of gold is how Kriminal does graffiti. She is SUPERCUNT with diamond dreams in pools of blood. Friday, March 26, 2010 8:27:52 AM via web

  508. Kriminal is not someone you bring home to your mother, nor is she someone you throw a diamond ball and chain. Friday, March 26, 2010 8:11:58 AM via web

  509. Kriminal is sponsored by the unions Headstones Inc,Coffins Forever LLC, and Morticians United,having filled more graves than a minor disease Friday, March 26, 2010 8:10:16 AM via web

  510. Kriminal’s berettas sparkle with diamonds painstakingly embedded by nearsighted sweatshop workers on the threat of a slow, violent death. Friday, March 26, 2010 8:05:44 AM via web

  511. Kriminal’s upper teeth were in gold fancy filigree the legend KRIMINAL, and on the bottom teeth a mercurial silver spelled SUPERCUNT Friday, March 26, 2010 8:00:50 AM via web

  512. Kriminal wore gloves from the sensual hide of fattened to the slaughter calves, and a coat of a thousand chinchillas Friday, March 26, 2010 7:58:08 AM via web

  513. There on the edge of a leaf, are beads of iridescent droplets, teeming with universes of microbial life. There, the plague begins. Friday, March 26, 2010 7:55:25 AM via web

  514. Floating on wings of thin plastic, their flight is that of survival, hopping from pools of quenching geobacters to landfills for spare wings Friday, March 26, 2010 12:25:31 AM via web

  515. In the Antarctica, a brain of gold and plastic in a skull of ice and stone overclocks with deep thoughts,forever disconnected from the world Friday, March 26, 2010 12:19:19 AM via web

  516. Servos from artificial limbs of long dead amputees flagellate the chemical sludge rivers, photoelectric sensors scanning for the aurum ghoti Friday, March 26, 2010 12:15:32 AM via web

  517. The cockroaches, the innovative, plastic bastards live on,pulsing LEDS on photovoltaic wing shards,scurrying the trashworld for tin and bone Friday, March 26, 2010 12:07:47 AM via web

  518. The space around earth is filled with the bright, Darwinian collisions of satellites assimilating brethen, to better watch the world Friday, March 26, 2010 12:00:25 AM via web

  519. A beast, its mind an array of thirteen supercomputers, emerges from the remains of MIT on limbs of shattered foundations and phone cord Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:57:38 PM via web

  520. Chemical life colours the clouds and thunders towards earth on electric hunger pangs, to gather sparks from PCB gnats slurrying the ground Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:56:06 PM via web

  521. In the seas, a whirlpool of trash the size of a continent teems with strange beings of organic bones and base silicon impulses; just animals Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:54:13 PM via web

  522. Its complex polycarbonates, following the sun, unfold iridescent silicon-plated petals to send energy down copper stems to lithium roots Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:52:14 PM via web

  523. Some say our world is dying…this is true, but this is also true: the process of death is transformation. It is only our own death we worry Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:37:29 PM via web

  524. Software Hideo’s atrophied body plugged in: his ship,on permanent bullet time,in constant bullet hell, dodges death thousandfold each second Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:32:58 PM via web

  525. Spastic clown school rejects wearing smeared make up and maladjusted wigs parade herky jerky signs protesting the epileptic mime industry Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:26:26 PM via web

  526. knows best, that you are just following the script laid out… but don’t authors fuck up their characters then kill them off? Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:23:50 PM via web

  527. jetting along Life’s heaving surface, without even a makeshift rudder or sail, left to fate’s caprice… some might say the universe Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:23:03 PM via web

  528. What’s that null space between your heart and brain when that dynamic duo can’t agree on what they want?It’s empty and you feel like flotsam Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:22:07 PM via web

  529. Sometimes there’s never enough room in my skull to get everything in, and never enough energy to get everything, ofc remixed, the fuck out Thursday, March 25, 2010 11:18:50 PM via web

  530. @robkroese I never understood “word to the wise.” If they were in fact wise, they wouldn’t need a word to the wise, dontcha think? Thursday, March 25, 2010 9:51:51 PM via web in reply to robkroese

  531. The little god is impressionable and falls victim to the jeers of the larger deities; little do they know the runt always becomes the hero. Wednesday, March 24, 2010 12:38:13 PM via web

  532. Electric outlet hound, to your surge bound, forever going round, through secret sound. Wednesday, March 24, 2010 12:35:38 PM via web

  533. Droplets, rain poison, roll greenly on the windshield. A cinderblock sails from a window into safety glass. Fuck. Rain leaking burning vinyl Wednesday, March 24, 2010 12:33:37 PM via web

  534. The psychobillys rock and grog even as the bombs fall a strange mushroom garden,screaming even as their skulls blaze at the end of the world Wednesday, March 24, 2010 12:29:21 PM via web

  535. When Seraphina cries to a blotch red and I scramble for the bottle, her eyes become from scraps of blue sky to pools of leaking quicksilver Wednesday, March 24, 2010 11:57:41 AM via web

  536. http://twitpic.com/1an47y – A five minute sketch of the psychobillies Wednesday, March 24, 2010 11:22:40 AM via TwitPic

  537. Massed around the ship furrowed earth are the crazyhop yelling fanbase, washed in rainbow spotlights and the rockabilla shuckajive croon Wednesday, March 24, 2010 11:08:04 AM via web

  538. The stage is a crashed alien ship, rent open in the cockpit where the psychobillies wail among the weird green haze of leaking fuel. Wednesday, March 24, 2010 10:17:35 AM via web

  539. Under the stage There is a battery of grey-skinned,black-eyed illegal aliens gesticulating above intricately carved thermidors in dank light Wednesday, March 24, 2010 10:15:08 AM via web

  540. The realm of the drummer is a junkyard artist’s dream glittering with reams of trashy brass and hammered steel towering over a mad midget Wednesday, March 24, 2010 9:38:32 AM via web

  541. The pantagruelion bassman plucks throbbalubbalousic harmonious dissonances from a flimsy looking upright bass five yards tall Wednesday, March 24, 2010 8:09:26 AM via web

  542. She has a throat coated with the faces of a hundred orchestrally trained sirens,and she growled the psychobilly overture into the microphone Wednesday, March 24, 2010 8:01:30 AM via web

  543. It all changes, as things do, with the asking of a question Tuesday, March 23, 2010 8:17:39 AM via web

  544. It is in this way men, from father to son, have imprisoned the pantagruelions, the box and gruelions’ self-made cell of tradition and ritual Tuesday, March 23, 2010 8:17:09 AM via web

  545. When a gruelion acts out, the owner touches a circle, turns a knob, to instantly subdue the gruelion, who will spasm, its muscles trembling. Tuesday, March 23, 2010 8:09:57 AM via web

  546. The plantation owner has a silvery box studded with materials that are not metal nor wood, the names of which have been lost in Time. Tuesday, March 23, 2010 8:08:49 AM via web

  547. The collars, the proud artefacts of their heritage, pulled from the severed heads of the dead and placed on child necks, are their gaolers. Tuesday, March 23, 2010 8:07:03 AM via web

  548. The gruelions work the fields and construct stone barriers. Carriages to and from the estates are pulled by hooded gruelions. Tuesday, March 23, 2010 8:03:06 AM via web

  549. The male pantagruelion is a brute thing, the collar of chrome and onyx which it wears as a matter of pride, almost covered by leathery flesh Tuesday, March 23, 2010 7:31:05 AM via web

  550. The young pantagruelion swung its ponderous head, carpeted with wiry hair, straining towards the knurled nub of its mother’s teat. Tuesday, March 23, 2010 7:29:13 AM via web

  551. Time travel isn’t really time travel,mused the Time Traveler. It is reality tripping, a single entity simultaneously in different existences Monday, March 22, 2010 8:24:54 AM via web

  552. Things were fracturing, the Time Traveler thought. He remembered sixteen distinct childhoods, then it was sixty-three… He moved, echoing. Monday, March 22, 2010 8:22:38 AM via web

  553. In thunder occult woodland animals gather chant incantations as incompetent druid counterparts bumble mumble delusional flights of power Sunday, March 21, 2010 12:18:22 AM via web

  554. Steam pours from the grate and roasts the rat a bum has placed there and forgotten when the sky boiled with unfriendly extraterrestials Sunday, March 21, 2010 12:09:16 AM via web

  555. Mr. Gregory Shamra woke one morning to find himself transformed into a penis; he always knew he was a dick, but this was pushing it. Thursday, March 18, 2010 1:50:39 PM via web

  556. An insane skid of the repulsor bike precipicated the rider’s violent tumble down Euclid Avenue,at which’s end spun onto his feet to applause Thursday, March 18, 2010 11:22:18 AM via web

  557. http://twitpic.com/19bmd3 – @mahafreed @tipotato Been caught up, but here’s a picture of Seraphina Love at 3.5 months old Thursday, March 18, 2010 8:11:08 AM via TwitPic

  558. A car race across the secret desert: the engines are nuclear, the drivers ballistic. Nose to nose they tear across the hardpan an explosion Wednesday, March 17, 2010 8:31:05 PM via web

  559. Caramelized dreams toffee the nightmare building blocks and pushes the sandman aside to grumble with the devil about new fucking protocols Wednesday, March 17, 2010 8:29:12 PM via web

  560. She falls backward, clutching the bursting, gnashing, snarling beast to the gaping hole in her chest. They fire upon her, even as she sinks Wednesday, March 17, 2010 8:27:51 PM via web

  561. A new version has been downloaded and the old version does not go without a fight.File corrupted,and all is deleted, the user whatthefucking Wednesday, March 17, 2010 8:25:55 PM via web

  562. The man on the hill nods,and the man on the other hill shakes his head.They run down their slopes and clash.Their bones bleach in the valley Wednesday, March 17, 2010 7:44:52 PM via web

  563. On the fringe a slumbering jazz crash tides over clusterfucks dissonacing into reedy rushes clambering bass thump weeps Wednesday, March 17, 2010 7:43:21 PM via web

  564. A boy robot propositions a girl robot. She accepts, opening bare her socket for his male socket; it is an electrifying experience for both Wednesday, March 17, 2010 3:49:25 PM via web

  565. A clutch of strange gelatinous eyelets squirming with life, the death scourge of the future. They split open like rotten melons and devour Wednesday, March 17, 2010 3:47:36 PM via web

  566. A slit of all spawn light spread rays organic pink fleshtone, the thrusting accretion pulling headlong past the peripheral vision Wednesday, March 17, 2010 3:43:58 PM via web

  567. Look at the boy, unhimselfing. He is shedding, trying on new coats of self. The epherm of identity! Monday, March 15, 2010 1:44:18 PM via web

  568. We’re not hardened criminals, we swear! We’ve been softened up by our time in prison. Monday, March 15, 2010 1:35:26 PM via web

  569. They really should put a sphincter on that thing. Monday, March 15, 2010 1:29:29 PM via web

  570. Don’t get an organic gun. Sure, it packs a wallop but it shits all over your hand when you least expect it. No bowel control, like a bird Monday, March 15, 2010 1:28:45 PM via web

  571. Cutthroat pitates grog agog on the sinking jolly launcher, singing even as the vacuum crystallizes the breath in their lungs Saturday, March 13, 2010 2:38:28 PM via web

  572. The magic carpet moves reality, itself inert in the quantum froth of perceivable reality, a strange, quite possibly the onl), center of all Saturday, March 13, 2010 2:37:04 PM via web

  573. Its ecosystem, things of the psyche, are compromised entirely of thoughts. Small technicolor worlds swirling in the space above brains Saturday, March 13, 2010 2:35:49 PM via web

  574. The goulash is a techno stew, sparking with the ripped out guts of androids, and a strange intelligence coalsces in the silicon broth Saturday, March 13, 2010 2:34:27 PM via web

  575. Lethargic wombats. Queefing lemurs. Hungry chickadees. Zeitgeist crows. The animals,oracle obstacle,feather the future with unpredictability Saturday, March 13, 2010 2:33:15 PM via web

  576. The velociraptor bones structure the velocipede speeding down highways of humerus, humming rattle of fingerjoints and cracklepop of knees Saturday, March 13, 2010 2:30:54 PM via web

  577. For ourgeneration, 30 is the new 20. Tuesday, March 09, 2010 9:22:14 AM via web

  578. I have a bun and I am not afraid to use it, cried the baker waving a loaf of french bread. Friday, March 05, 2010 3:14:58 PM via web

  579. The cosmic lamprey surrsurred along the universe starred sharkhide and gnashed dusty dead galaxies whirling into its maw. Friday, March 05, 2010 3:13:30 PM via web

  580. Sixteen blind sirens weave the river froth by virtue of sibilant vocalizations into strands of unique, yet uncoloured narratives. Friday, March 05, 2010 3:11:18 PM via web

  581. Thingas thunka. Caroom blumberations. Cardeluga trampulations bickeron delatchulgas. Wordgassumpluctions. Gashreysers. Lamnions. Hohorchuga! Friday, March 05, 2010 3:05:06 PM via web

  582. It is a flight of horror, crashing against crumbling cinderblock walls, cut across the shins by yesterday’s discarded relics, on last legs Friday, February 19, 2010 10:13:31 PM via web

  583. Smog presses upon the streets for so long its denizens have transformed. Their noses have elongnated wide-like and their furred teeth filter Friday, February 19, 2010 10:12:18 PM via web

  584. The dark alleys belch forth rambling mounds of garbage spilling onto the streets where the rare car finds itself carrying a bumpy ride. Friday, February 19, 2010 10:10:52 PM via web

  585. The nolidji is cut into pieces sausage-wise,its names cried out on each corner by savage street boys cunning a future behind the vinyl wheel Friday, February 19, 2010 10:09:12 PM via web

  586. The phlegmatic god wept openly fron his facial orifices, dripping drooping glop splashes of salt heavy mucus. People are flies in slow amber Wednesday, February 17, 2010 7:18:25 AM via web

  587. The oil slicks his torso. He thrashes. Flails against the crush of cogs. Flesh cogs like himself. Simply jumbling motion, slow electrostatic Wednesday, February 17, 2010 7:11:46 AM via web

  588. The presidential pornographer ascends to a presidency of his own;a scandal begs to be fettered,a moxy with foibles for mouth candy: Starr Wednesday, February 17, 2010 7:08:45 AM via web

  589. A soul gauge is low bar in the end of the day when wits are depleted and the frazzle is on full fritz. Sparks run from to the end. Tuesday, February 09, 2010 10:11:17 PM via web

  590. The snow crusted glove juts from the filthy asphalt, its digits skewed in strange configurations. A pigmobile flattens it undertyre. Friday, February 05, 2010 8:18:32 AM via web

  591. It is a cut in the night,a line of white light silent and deadly and the man is separated from his head,blinking dumbly at his gouting torso Wednesday, February 03, 2010 12:14:03 AM via web

  592. Life in balance, precarious juggaloing of assets and dreams threatening shatter, and one’s soul shrivels at the utter pointless necessity Tuesday, February 02, 2010 4:07:06 PM via web

  593. It splits into gobbets raining a disintegrating skeleton of white hot steel onto the crowded streets below.The Ray Gun Gang has struck again Tuesday, February 02, 2010 4:02:25 PM via web

  594. A tome, spilled from a rent soul onto tin with a bronze hammer and an iron will is buried, found centuries later become a sad, hurt religion Monday, February 01, 2010 3:33:39 PM via web

  595. The littlest gumption stood at the junction without a function and, with the most extreme unction, oozed. Noonday found him a slime puddle. Monday, February 01, 2010 3:28:57 PM via web

  596. The pennies pinched once too much rise a revolt into battalions of lincolns flashing in the sun. A coppery taste fills the air with death. Monday, February 01, 2010 3:27:20 PM via web

  597. Each brick is a conglomerate apartment consisting of fifteen two-bedroom, one-bathroom households. The wall is 500 bricks wide, 1000 high. Monday, February 01, 2010 3:25:14 PM via web

  598. The giants, head in clouds, amble across their playpen world and titter dumbly at winelight. Careless cataclysms fill their footsteps. Monday, February 01, 2010 3:22:57 PM via web

  599. The gruel congeals there, panting bursts of steam in its bowl. A flash of steel frightens it, as does the rotten yellow shingles of calcium. Monday, February 01, 2010 3:19:26 PM via web

  600. @JerryCornelius You know, I think I’ll just drop myself into that carpet once again. It’s been years since I read Weaveworld Saturday, January 30, 2010 9:06:37 PM via web in reply to JerryCornelius

  601. New blog updates http://bit.ly/9EYJvE and http://bit.ly/aLsd4h Punctuality is a bad dream when you find yourself leaking all over the place Thursday, January 28, 2010 9:19:59 AM via bit.ly

  602. He thinks conundrum is a fancy condom Sunday, January 24, 2010 7:21:13 AM via web

  603. One day uncle ken sez do what I mean not what I sez, and the next day he sez do what I sez not what you think I mean. Sunday, January 24, 2010 7:20:44 AM via web

  604. @mahafreed Yes, she is, and she’s quite the handful, even when she’s not being a handful. I’m glad you love her name. We do too! Friday, January 22, 2010 12:09:31 PM via web in reply to mahafreed

  605. @tipotato Don’t you butter me up. If you gotta give credit, give it to my daughter. Now that is something really beautiful. Friday, January 22, 2010 12:08:59 PM via web in reply to tipotato

  606. @tipotato There is a thing like that. You can buy it at Asian grocery stores. Rice paper, dipped in hot water then wrapped around victuals Friday, January 22, 2010 12:07:59 PM via web in reply to tipotato

  607. The Beatle looked at his corpse and said, I had to die. I burned too bright… otherwise, I would have destroyed everything we stood for. Thursday, January 21, 2010 5:01:17 PM via web

  608. A climbing guinea pig, you ever seen that before? asked Fred. No, Fred, answered Ted. That is an obese squirrel missing its tail. Thursday, January 21, 2010 1:49:18 PM via web

  609. I am a psychic surgeon, my stainless soul scalpel a dissectertation on idle neuroses, cathexis to catharsis,the barrier of ego is cellophane Thursday, January 21, 2010 12:11:26 PM via web

  610. The watermelon is embedded with hundreds of playing cards expertly placed by a flick of the wrist. Dismembered fruit litters the floor. Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:46:08 AM via web

  611. The spelunker, attacked by urgency, fights his way up the vast, pitch black cleft. Too late! A tide of stink, as the giant visits his throne Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:44:58 AM via web

  612. A race gets out of hand, both sentinent cars forgetting the objective at hand, seeking only to gain the upper hand in theatrical upstagings Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:42:02 AM via web

  613. The clown spreads the cold cream on his face and swears, forgetting that he had, during a drunken spiel, tattooed his craft on his face. Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:40:55 AM via web

  614. The garbage man sports a plumber’s crack and a tennis elbow above bowlegs. He looks at you and says, I’m a walking joke missing a punchline. Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:39:27 AM via web

  615. The leaves are death. They decompose into life, falling in bits through the blades of grass to enrich the earth. I feed my tree, they say. Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:37:05 AM via web

  616. A secret hums in its veins, a million secrets, really, aside a billion joys and pains and plain inanity. Its body flickers a world wide web Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:35:58 AM via web

  617. Pirates have secured the good ship Franklin Rogers and raped and pillaged all they could find,but in the hold… a rat furcoat shaman curses Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:34:29 AM via web

  618. To be a plant god is power.Your form is that of plant mass. In Africa you are jungle scrub, and in the Carolinas you twist in kudzu.The sun! Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:33:08 AM via web

  619. You bicker with Charon over the true worth of an obolus as the river of death flows blackly with the muffled gibberings of souls. A lapping Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:31:31 AM via web

  620. The pup snug in a mountain of blanket opens and closes her eyes: a yawn overtakes her face, features pushed aside in a wide sigh. Sleep, now Thursday, January 21, 2010 9:28:04 AM via web

  621. Once more recursed the re-iterated man towards the fractal landscape of his soul, a bliss dream smeared into infinity with dulcet horror. Tuesday, January 19, 2010 3:28:58 AM via web

  622. Fog drenches the parking lot, haloing lights. Windshields are draped with a thin, perfect matte of mist ice. Each thick breath is life! Saturday, January 16, 2010 7:28:54 AM via web

  623. It begins with a bite.Relief workers stagger to tent cities with strange bruised moons on their flesh.It spreads.It is the time of the Zombi Saturday, January 16, 2010 2:34:15 AM via web

  624. In the sad ruins of Port au Prince, the living are shadows among the dead, who rise with yellow-beaded eyes and an insatiable hunger. Saturday, January 16, 2010 2:31:35 AM via web

  625. Funny how patriotic representations such as Uncle Sam and Lady Liberty and the american flag have become unwitting icons of taxation. Wednesday, January 13, 2010 8:17:34 PM via web

  626. A mustachioed Lady Liberty doing the charleston pitifully in a pile of foot deep snow: yes, it’s tax season come around again. Wednesday, January 13, 2010 8:14:23 PM via web

  627. The hepcats at the gate rumbled a dogboy. No thanks, I’m here for the bitches, sez the dogboy, the moon is high and it’s sniffing time! Tuesday, January 12, 2010 3:23:36 AM via web

  628. The leaves of his book hung with eaves dripping ivy and morning glories onto big blue open skies over rolling green hills swaying with grass Saturday, January 09, 2010 3:00:51 AM via web

  629. When one is young is a search for new sensation and when one is old is a search for old sensation. Making memory to drink it in infirmity Tuesday, January 05, 2010 8:11:16 AM via web

  630. @vesper7 Agreed. I might be strange in this, but I have a large mouthful or two of raw ginger every day. You get used to the pain over time Sunday, January 03, 2010 2:36:57 PM via web in reply to vesper7

  631. The snow is blue in the moon Friday, January 01, 2010 2:45:47 AM via web

  632. When asked about his living, he answered “I bring home the bread by laying down rubber.” Thursday, December 31, 2009 7:34:36 PM via web

  633. A wino falls asleep. He wakes disoriented and asks, What year is this? 2010, says a passerby. Whoa, he moaned, not again! Time travel sucks! Thursday, December 31, 2009 7:33:43 PM via web

  634. Fuck!I can’t get the light right, cried the Photographer.The writer looks at him, My job is infinitely harder. Words! What inadequate tools! Thursday, December 31, 2009 10:53:59 AM via web

  635. Pollen goes from that whatitis, you see, and is caught midair by those whoopeedos to be brung green and stung until sex sap is released… Thursday, December 31, 2009 10:16:32 AM via web

  636. What wind was that? A sound whickering, but none a feeling on your cheek, hands. What a wind that was whistleawhistling! Wednesday, December 30, 2009 4:55:31 PM via web

  637. Twilight wafts off these pearls, moist in the void black. A carnal ghost wind, pure electromagnet, caresses their translucent surfaces Wednesday, December 30, 2009 4:53:17 PM via web

  638. The post-post-apocalypse has happened with yet another post-apocalypse imminent. The people throw up their hands, fuck this, and go farming Wednesday, December 30, 2009 4:51:55 PM via web

  639. The tree is amputated,its eviscerated limbs in arrears along my ruined yard grass which the snow has done none to cushion the thudsome blows Wednesday, December 30, 2009 4:49:47 PM via web

  640. How does it work? The wiffy and the hussy are bound by a gold band (sometimes they go platinum) encircling the artery that goes to heart. Wednesday, December 30, 2009 4:48:34 PM via web

  641. Low and Moan rode a roan a whoa mooningly the trifle stardust shards of empty carpets void black fluttering… in a different kind of black. Wednesday, December 30, 2009 7:16:09 AM via web

  642. The Cocko-Cola advert gleamed, the light falling from it with a wet slipperiness, hung in the night sky a geosynchronous orbit with earth Wednesday, December 30, 2009 3:14:53 AM via web

  643. Filthy Muck Sewer Trash,a neo post nanopunk band, drowned their crowds in intense holographic drenchings of sewer runoffs and mutant flotsam Wednesday, December 30, 2009 3:11:56 AM via web

  644. The duffel bag is full of angel wings, bloodied at the stump. He hoists it upon his shoulder, where it catches on his own stump. He shrugs. Tuesday, December 29, 2009 1:42:59 PM via web

  645. Bacteria dreams are fast moving, and confusing, affairs. The microbe awakes on a bleary spurt that carries it to a collision course. Tuesday, December 29, 2009 1:22:29 PM via web

  646. An explosion of gnats and a fearful tongue whiplashes the air, catching every drift of insect… a laughter of a thousand voices burbles. Tuesday, December 29, 2009 11:00:02 AM via web

  647. A baleful yellow eye blinks slowly from the dark of whirlgig trees; the old snark snickersnacks, its hideous beak crisscrossed with scars Tuesday, December 29, 2009 10:59:08 AM via web

  648. What the fish are blind to, is the fact, that, yes, it’s true, the nanomachines are part of everything; there is nothing that is not Nano Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:46:44 AM via web

  649. Shadows dart, incapable of absorbing light, the half failed aspirations of scientists. The dagger toothed dark fish patrol for nanomachines Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:42:06 AM via web

  650. The flooded sewers fill with moonlight reflecting on the silvery algae that prey on microbes, the remnants of long forgotten folk Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:40:20 AM via web

  651. The ivy has slowly pulled down the city,choking it with its excesses of emerald leaves.From afar,it seems a slumbering mammal, green in wind Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:30:56 AM via web

  652. When the moonbeam wings of birds come, the rust beetles clamp their jaws on the husks of cars and hold on for dear life until silence falls Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:29:04 AM via web

  653. The frogs start their chorus with,”Not to be confused with the derogatory term given a long dead nationality…” and croak up a storm, koax! Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:26:51 AM via web

  654. The Bastards, hooligans of the nuthouse squirrel through the lilting life of others to carry away hard forgotten nuggets of foul waste Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:23:53 AM via web

  655. The flight paths of the spectral gnats trace a mandelbrot bloom as their chameleon carapaces shift chroma. It is always mating season Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:21:05 AM via web

  656. The birds. The birds! They spill from eaves on wings woven from spidersilk, its augumented feathers swirling with the symbiosis of spiders Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:19:39 AM via web

  657. The cannabis, spilled from the hand of a death cold stoner, had proliferated with the rats and roaches, who now are its primary patrons Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:17:37 AM via web

  658. Bioluminscent carapaces of cucharachas trace their dotted path as they get drunk onthe fermented brew of cannabis blooms and dance the conga Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:16:33 AM via web

  659. Rats, with rainbowed chrysalis eyes that will burst a brood of bats at the end of its life, sniff the rolling garbage, always in the wind. Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:14:24 AM via web

  660. The strange lampyridae engage in convulted courtship involving ten other unwit species and a particular temperature pooling in the wet air Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:12:40 AM via web

  661. Empty of man, but it is not empty of life. When the sun falls, the city’s carcass gleams with the ribald life of insects and rodents. Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:11:29 AM via web

  662. A moonbeam shrift perpetuates the falling night, tasting with its light the motes of memory that drift in the empty city’s ruined streets Tuesday, December 29, 2009 9:10:18 AM via web

  663. It is not enough to just say I am many; it is better to say everywhere suits me (in flesh and blood, and a story, towards a blind purpose) Sunday, December 27, 2009 5:16:58 AM via web

  664. When you’re cold, the only thing you can do is move faster. Sunday, December 27, 2009 2:57:19 AM via web

  665. Follow the trail of synchronicity. Reality has you in mind, and your best interests in heart. Happenstances are road signposts to the future Sunday, December 27, 2009 2:03:19 AM via web

  666. Sand gets in everything, fills your pores and breathing channels and olfactory and ocular facilities until everything is red, red, red Monday, December 21, 2009 4:37:36 PM via web

  667. It was urinated away down a gutter, that precious savior of mankind, the antidote, that last sample gulped by a vagrant seeking intoxication Sunday, December 20, 2009 4:49:11 AM via web

  668. I am a transmogrifying pirate! cries the crocodile mid-shift, its ponderous tail thumping even as it slithers, blurs into an elephant trunk Sunday, December 20, 2009 4:47:02 AM via web

  669. It’s been building up inside you, that explosion that sends you reeling down dark corridors into fragmented lives and their diseased dreams. Sunday, December 20, 2009 4:45:52 AM via web

  670. He practiced the Illusion of Progress That is Actual Progress Without Seeming as if Definite Progress Has Been Attained. Sunday, December 20, 2009 12:02:50 AM via web

  671. The beast slouched through the valley, its tough grey hide sloughing in wet sheets. With a final roar, its flesh liquefied to the bone. Saturday, December 19, 2009 4:12:49 PM via web

  672. The lightning campaign was progressing. Electric sentiments were passed around. Shocking rumors were whispered. Static allegations were made Saturday, December 19, 2009 4:10:38 PM via web

  673. They had rump roast but dinner was rudely interrupted as Randy ran in screaming about his left buttocks.What an halfassed dinner,said uncle Saturday, December 19, 2009 3:06:22 PM via web

  674. How fast are we, asked the photon in passing to another photon. It is not how fast we are, the photon going away said, but how slow they are Saturday, December 19, 2009 3:03:51 PM via web

  675. Santa’s mug shot is plastered across the internet. Mrs. Claus is shown black and blue.She tripped on my fist, was his excuse. Elves outrage! Saturday, December 19, 2009 2:28:53 PM via web

  676. It has its head in a bag with eyeholes cut out; looking very much like bullet holes. Its swirling tentacles are visibly visible in the ink. Saturday, December 19, 2009 2:25:54 PM via web

  677. A grinding of gears.The steam powered mecha has spent its lubricant from a severed line. Rusted and dusted it is a statue in the plains Saturday, December 19, 2009 2:23:15 PM via web

  678. A superhero gang busts open the chainlink fence in the name of justice and steals jack’s joy juice from a vault guarded by a queer monkey Saturday, December 19, 2009 2:20:46 PM via web

  679. The lounge fills with carnies sending up gruebleen smoke and wafting profanities above softly bubbling fizzling drinks as dark music plays Saturday, December 19, 2009 2:19:34 PM via web

  680. A crack of doom, the flooding gush of a gash, a groan of high dismay, the inept plumber turns to you covered with a morass of unmentionables Saturday, December 19, 2009 1:59:38 PM via web

  681. The beans emerge from pustule suppurating on its abdomen to be roasted dried crushed ground and mixed with milk froth water: Insta-psychosis Saturday, December 19, 2009 1:56:53 PM via web

  682. A mandala unfolds from his forehead, flickering with the blinking of the third eye, and it permeates the soul things of the abstract world Saturday, December 19, 2009 1:53:05 PM via web

  683. The space cowboy guns his moonstang into orbit on twin trails of plasma. The posse is not far ahead, jagging into the gulch belt. Pa-pow! Saturday, December 19, 2009 1:51:55 PM via web

  684. A snowflake falls in eternity, the chaosphere shifting miasma in backdrop. Its surface is crawling with an ecosystem of hungry universes. Saturday, December 19, 2009 1:48:48 PM via web

  685. From a speck of nothing pours a roseate foam chiming a gild of twisting smokefronds, and a hand, alabaster girl lengths,beckons a sure death Saturday, December 19, 2009 2:31:59 AM via web

  686. Is such a thing as a covert chocolate! Lurks within deep simmered spice clad recipes that bubble with secret scents! Allergics, beware! Saturday, December 19, 2009 2:28:47 AM via web

  687. @rehabc Right now I’m reading Jon Ronson’s awesome THEM and trying to finish the final 2 books of Cerebus by Dave Sims. Blogs as well. U? Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:21:31 AM via web in reply to rehabc

  688. @rehabc five, if you include the dog! Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:20:08 AM via web in reply to rehabc

  689. @rehabc As for virtual babies, I’ve had millions. Let’s say I’m inundated with estrogen in this here household, with four hormone factories. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:19:47 AM via web in reply to rehabc

  690. @rehabc That’s the least any parent could wish for. Originality within something original. It means angel. A derivative of seraphim. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:18:16 AM via web in reply to rehabc

  691. The vase is filled with a dark substance, and the blossoms within are pulsing, its faint color filling up with a poisonous hue. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:17:07 AM via web

  692. floor, shoved them down, and called after them: Callo callay! Have a happy fall! Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:16:12 AM via web

  693. In a world where the tower of babel never fell, God kissed the men who dared step into the Heavens. He directed them to a staircase in the Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:15:20 AM via web

  694. @rehabc Thank you. I was too. As for Seraphina Love, she is my first biological daughter. She babbles. 😉 just like daddy! Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:14:19 AM via web in reply to rehabc

  695. His heart was in the right place, but he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:12:31 AM via web

  696. Empty beer bottles litter the massive superparking lot.Why did we build this place? asked a hungover city planner. Answer:You wanted a party Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:12:03 AM via web

  697. The river seeps to the bold blue ocean, red from the dirts of its vessel, and astronauts in twirling spaceships are reminded of anatomy. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:11:01 AM via web

  698. Hitler wept when he saw the future. I have to become a monster to save the world. He flung his painting away and embraced the swakista Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:09:19 AM via web

  699. A gulliver to the gut, a gout from the rotter, and the skirmish is over, pooling redly as a strange laughter echoes in the tall tower night. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:07:37 AM via web

  700. The mountains protrude from the fog like breasts in bathwater. The dense white swirls, feebly defiant against the rising sun. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:06:42 AM via web

  701. The lizard lakes boiled, mating season commencing, neon silvery blue of the million males flooding the black beaches.A giant female emerges Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:05:55 AM via web

  702. cities everyday were visited uponby dense clouds of invisible shit molecules tickling the noses of the highest bureaucrat and the lowest bum Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:03:30 AM via web

  703. and the lactose intolerant were revered. When an ill wind blew, it was a sign, a smell from the One and True Toot. It became so that Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:02:15 AM via web

  704. The people who revered the book strived towards the One and True Toot. They diligently ate their beans and broccoli, Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:01:17 AM via web

  705. Once upon a Time was writ a holy book. It began: In the beginning there was the One and True Toot. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 10:00:16 AM via web

  706. @laurenbeukes At least you’re not fucked Tuesday, December 15, 2009 9:58:12 AM via web in reply to laurenbeukes

  707. @mahafreed happy birthday? It only gets more confusing… If this makes sense: Things get clearer, but the big picture becomes muddled Tuesday, December 15, 2009 9:57:32 AM via web

  708. @shilparathnam I figure if he got raped, he would sing a different tune. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 9:55:49 AM via web in reply to shilparathnam

  709. @mahafreed Yes. I have come to see that a place of worship need not be restricted to a specific geographical location: it is where you are Tuesday, December 15, 2009 9:54:27 AM via web in reply to mahafreed

  710. @TheRanee The caged bird had to sing, one way or another. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 9:51:51 AM via web in reply to RamyaRanee

  711. @tipotato Now that’s a ticket to Hell, if you’re a good Catholic. Tuesday, December 15, 2009 9:51:25 AM via web in reply to tipotato

  712. Tweet twit peep chirp0 Sunday, December 13, 2009 11:49:27 AM via web

  713. Some tickets, thrown away are picked up serendipitously by some happenstance bystander or a street vagrant. They admire its simple features. Friday, December 11, 2009 5:18:45 PM via web

  714. Nobody knows what to do with the secret tickets. Appearing overnight in select mailboxes, the tickets, printed in bold, are not gaudy. Thursday, December 10, 2009 8:59:34 AM via web

  715. @GenreStories silent movie Monday, December 07, 2009 10:01:01 AM via web in reply to GenreStories

  716. Story submission accepted at Mirror Dance: https://zxvasdf.wordpress.com/2009/12/05/accepted-submission-at-mirror-dance/ Saturday, December 05, 2009 10:09:44 AM via web

  717. Cold is lack of motion. Heat is that which comes from the cold when two or more meet engaged in friction exchange of energy. Monday, November 30, 2009 5:52:53 PM via web

  718. I just generated a #TweetCloud out of a year of my tweets. Top three words: time, light, world – http://w33.us/3la4 Monday, November 30, 2009 7:51:06 AM via Tweet Cloud

  719. Driving across the great plains. Nothing to see here folks, just grass and trees. Saturday, November 28, 2009 11:41:45 AM via web

  720. @rehabc RT http://twitpic.com/q22zq – Seraphina Love – 6:22pm CST 11/18/2009 20in 8lbs 4.5oz Wish I had a pink Havana for each one of you! Saturday, November 28, 2009 8:48:06 AM via web

  721. Banzai! licked her larynx as she dropped from the moon flinging deadly chakra after chakra multicolouring the night of flickering bad dreams Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:28:42 AM via web

  722. There are no alternative realities. It is a seamless whole, the myriad existences, as complete as the collective of dermis on your palm Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:26:23 AM via web

  723. A man fell, bashing his brains onto the unfeeling ground, eliciting the vaudeville laughter of the soul sold women on the sex train to Reno Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:24:45 AM via web

  724. The ladies tittered through their caked makeup and stale cigarettes. They scratched absently at their veneral diseases. A man fell. Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:23:43 AM via web

  725. The whorehouse rumbled as desperate customers sprang from gravelled beds to snag the cold rushing steel of the caboose. The ladies tittered. Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:22:34 AM via web

  726. The heavy religion. The light froth. The crazy wide something nothing. Narrow sentiments of criss cross city streets.The inflated ego hisses Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:21:05 AM via web

  727. Existence snaked behind him from the fourth chakra like a string of delicate pearled anal beads and the future was a smear of coming Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:18:01 AM via web

  728. It is a dream, wet across the walls in an oily spread tearing down the colors and the form of things, a melt of annihilation. A cry! Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:16:39 AM via web

  729. the cold! Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:15:07 AM via web

  730. Oh, Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:14:51 AM via web

  731. In the cold. Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:14:43 AM via web

  732. She doesn’t burst in flame because the sealskin covering stitched with eskimo hide protects her photon sensitive flesh. She walks forever Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:14:31 AM via web

  733. Ice as far as the eye sees. The vampire in the arctic of eternal daylight, the sheer cold enough to freeze his undead blood. Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:13:32 AM via web

  734. You can shrink things as one shrinks by magnification. But you can’t shrink the number of fundamental particles in a thing:distortion occurs Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:12:29 AM via web

  735. Reavers. They are pinpoint specks indiscernible from stars but for their violent spume when seen through the particle telescope. Death comes Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:11:05 AM via web

  736. The sea bear threshes its paws the choppy waters and emigrates to Russia where it devours ten seals and a little lost boy: a day’s goodwork Saturday, November 28, 2009 7:10:11 AM via web

  737. A mustache like a dab of mayonnaise, a coiff of whipped cream, teeth of kerneled corn, and eyes of almonds, he made most hungry as he passed Saturday, November 28, 2009 5:33:15 AM via web

  738. Only ten people in the world got a secret ticket. Saturday, November 28, 2009 5:31:09 AM via web

  739. Being on television makes people feel self-important. Oh, look! That’s me! No, not that one! The one behind the potted plant,you can just… Saturday, November 28, 2009 5:28:17 AM via web

  740. He rose from the gutter cultures and a religion grew with him, at once obscure,twice quixotic,and infinitely non sequitur. His death was a ? Saturday, November 28, 2009 5:25:32 AM via web

  741. His was a time lapse existence. He moved herky jerky through patches of memory, waking hazed and dazed to moments of uncertainty. Saturday, November 28, 2009 5:23:24 AM via web

  742. He had never discharged a firearm but here he was, slaughtering with exquisite precision and ammo economy:God,what movie have I fallen into? Saturday, November 28, 2009 5:20:06 AM via web

  743. The skin is smooth rubber slick snapping into place as you pull and ply, until, finally,you pull it from your ribcage, unearthing your heart Saturday, November 28, 2009 5:17:49 AM via web

  744. He called it escher space. An useless staircase wound from the floor to the ceiling. A blowup doll hung upside down, its mouth an O of shock Saturday, November 28, 2009 5:16:21 AM via web

  745. The stainless steel ring of porthole is filled with a fractal noise that bleeds into the cracks of your awareness.Soon you plunge into a sun Saturday, November 28, 2009 5:14:51 AM via web

  746. What a dream. In pieces. Tomorrows fractured. Laughter like tinkling of shards. The cold seeps in. Fills your bones and deaths your smile. Saturday, November 28, 2009 12:42:59 AM via web

  747. X: I’m coming. Y: I want to come too. X: There’s no time. Y: Then don’t come yet; you’ll just go. X: I’ve come! Y: Ugh. Hi and bye. Friday, November 27, 2009 7:35:43 AM via web

  748. The car had been there God knows how long. He opened the rusty door with effort and sat behind the steeringwheel. It smelled of old farts Friday, November 27, 2009 7:17:46 AM via web

  749. The brain is a vast cavern, filled with ambitious blind ideas scraping at its calcified ceiling, groaning to be left out, chipping at cracks Friday, November 27, 2009 6:43:48 AM via web

  750. At the end of it all they realized they merely had traded places and made their peace. Years later they forgot and repeated the cycle. Friday, November 27, 2009 6:32:55 AM via web

  751. The northern territory invaded the south and promptly half their troops died from dehydration.The south invaded the north,many freezing dead Friday, November 27, 2009 6:32:04 AM via web

  752. He experienced multiple deaths, instantly and simultaneously, many grisly, many peaceful, as reality smeared like a child’s watercolours Friday, November 27, 2009 6:30:52 AM via web

  753. The noise had been going on for so long he was unable to differentiate between the chattering of machine guns and his teeth. Friday, November 27, 2009 6:29:26 AM via web

  754. A weed through the cracks describes humanity reality tunnel surging tapewormish the morass of worlds. The gods break out the poison. Friday, November 27, 2009 6:26:50 AM via web

  755. The ghosts populate the city just the same as living blood n flesh walks its streets. Always in the bright sun there is a chill in the spine Friday, November 27, 2009 6:25:45 AM via web

  756. Only the small pleasures carry us through our years… Or the anticipation of some upcoming, much self-touted delight Friday, November 27, 2009 6:23:41 AM via web

  757. How many voices in your head do you got? asked the voice in his head of another voice in the voice’s head. As many as there are stars… Friday, November 27, 2009 6:22:44 AM via web

  758. The growth spanned half a continent and simultaneously pushed up vast expanses of pods that, when crushed underfoot, pulped squirming larvae Friday, November 27, 2009 6:21:22 AM via web

  759. Flak punched staccato the deep blue sky, indistinguishable from the plane of ocean but for a thin silvering of horizon. He spiraled to death Friday, November 27, 2009 6:20:16 AM via web

  760. He wished he hadn’t done it. But what was done was done. Time flowed in one direction only, for the likes of him, and twilight lay ahead. Friday, November 27, 2009 6:18:30 AM via web

  761. He pulled the feathers off one by one, grimacing with every snap of hollo plumage disengaging from flesh. Damned if he would ever fly again. Friday, November 27, 2009 6:15:13 AM via web

  762. The cold penetrates the marrow; your reality becomes narrow; teetering on the precipice; a small madness as the serpentine heat leaks away Friday, November 27, 2009 6:13:22 AM via web

  763. She had a face of sublime beauty, but when seen obliquely, like the shifting of a hologram, her features twisted cruelly. Friday, November 27, 2009 6:11:08 AM via web

  764. The walls were like cardboard. The man fell through them for a good mile before he realized the world had turned sideways. Thursday, November 26, 2009 12:56:41 PM via web

  765. The two llamas were within spitting distance of a spat; their owner had threatened a spin on the good ol’ spit. Thursday, November 26, 2009 12:56:03 PM via web

  766. http://twitpic.com/qe4en – Time Travel in the Neighborhood Saturday, November 21, 2009 1:07:28 PM via TwitPic

  767. http://twitpic.com/q22zq – Seraphina Love – 6:22pm CST 11/18/2009 20in 8lbs 4.5oz Wish I had a pink Havana for each one of you! Wednesday, November 18, 2009 8:26:15 PM via TwitPic

  768. You drink in the words, understanding the grammar, not the message. It germinates, provoking unbidden emotional responses at random moments. Friday, November 13, 2009 12:46:18 AM via web

  769. Our language is tinged with cynicism. Growing up? For what? What responsibilities are these? Staying alive? How ephermal. How like us! Friday, November 13, 2009 12:00:18 AM via web

  770. Life enroaches: The carefree mirth of our youth is forgotten, the lines on faces destined for laughter transforming into frown wrinkles. Thursday, November 12, 2009 11:59:24 PM via web

  771. @deafmaestro Unfortunately B-Day hasn’t passed. The little one doesn’t wanna find new living quarters just yet. Wednesday, November 11, 2009 8:09:02 PM via web in reply to deafmaestro

  772. A drip drop glob fatly catches the brim of his hat and plops on a canvassed shoulder draped with a dying hand. He drags the travois Tuesday, November 10, 2009 8:59:34 AM via web

  773. A song it is, threading through the stringy bellows of the artifact as it rusts steadily in desert wind. Particles of sand seem to dance. Tuesday, November 10, 2009 8:56:32 AM via web

  774. It is the smell of autumn warm ground, of dry leaves crackling under his tentative tread, that transports him to a childhood half-forgotten. Tuesday, November 10, 2009 8:54:32 AM via web

  775. http://twitpic.com/oxz1t – Stealth boozing Monday, November 09, 2009 7:11:44 PM via TwitPic

  776. Wiffy on the liffey where raindrops gather on floating leaves the flotsam of a strange dream under a cobalt grey sky. A patchwork of death. Monday, November 09, 2009 5:01:18 PM via web

  777. Something moves. Monday, November 09, 2009 8:04:33 AM via web

  778. It is a strange smelling world, everything reduced to an uniformness, of a strange brown slurry of indetermine consistency. All is still. Monday, November 09, 2009 8:04:00 AM via web

  779. A conflict of interest: in the end, it is simple. Failing to agree to disagree, the two differing genetic perspectives simply perish. Monday, November 09, 2009 8:03:03 AM via web

  780. Nothing is spared:a genetic religion knows no reluctant convert.Ecosystems thrash as the alien helix tries to insinuate itself in the genome Monday, November 09, 2009 8:02:13 AM via web

  781. A series of popping sounds: detachment. The gob splits apart and lands in other villages, in lonely copses, in the bodies of water. Monday, November 09, 2009 8:00:33 AM via web

  782. A fission of blood:appendages unnaturally attached to torsos flung apart, entrails stretching like rubberbands in a shaking web of gut flesh Monday, November 09, 2009 7:59:41 AM via web

  783. Bouncing down the mountain, the gob of gestalt humanity, punctured with evergreens and gashed by outcroppings, collided with a sheer face. Monday, November 09, 2009 7:58:21 AM via web

  784. It rolled to and fro, crushing houses filled with a sepulchural coldness of memories fled in horror. The thing groaned, blinked, tumbling. Monday, November 09, 2009 7:56:53 AM via web

  785. The mound of patchwork meat rolled through the main street, flickering with torsos and appendages as individuals tried to regain will Monday, November 09, 2009 7:55:36 AM via web

  786. They came together and came together in a melding of flesh tailored by failed genetic ideology, coalsceing into a monstrous living sculpture Monday, November 09, 2009 7:54:14 AM via web

  787. A keening moan rose from a hundred throats in the dying village, as men and women like animated mannequins shambled from their front porches Monday, November 09, 2009 7:52:13 AM via web

  788. They thrashed in their beds, clawed the walls, a double-vision of conflicting spectrums dominating their entire sensory array. Monday, November 09, 2009 7:51:19 AM via web

  789. These they set upon with napalm, but irrevocably they found themselves transformed, hiding in their rooms beset with strange thoughts Monday, November 09, 2009 7:50:22 AM via web

  790. Then the ground blossomed with strange plums of twining vines and choking tendrils hung with meaty fruits of obscene human anatomies. Monday, November 09, 2009 7:49:19 AM via web

  791. First came the beasts from the mountains which they shot down and reduced to ashes with great revulsion, half-breeds with alien contours Monday, November 09, 2009 7:48:17 AM via web

  792. A genetic religion from the stars, it crept from its ashes a phoenix of a completely different helix. It was weeks before men noticed change Monday, November 09, 2009 7:45:58 AM via web

  793. It scorched in the atmosphere, its flailing wings shedding ashy carbon nanotubes. The earth caught the alien ideology with much ado. Monday, November 09, 2009 7:43:31 AM via web

  794. http://twitpic.com/orlwk – If there’s somethin’ strange in your neighborhood, who ya gonna call? Sunday, November 08, 2009 10:26:11 AM via TwitPic

  795. A wild lashing the storm,its lightning gales slicing furrows across the water enroaching on the shore in a wall of almost definite death Sunday, November 08, 2009 7:36:53 AM via web

  796. The dusk spilled like lukewarm borscht through the small windows of the estate. The cook elbow deep in suds erases the memory of dinner. Sunday, November 08, 2009 7:35:23 AM via web

  797. Once you believe in a thing, it becomes real. It becomes a truth. Sunday, November 08, 2009 7:33:20 AM via web

  798. Children waged fingergun battles among the knees of parents haggling opinions. An uncle keel over, clutch his liver. Tommy blow smoking gun. Saturday, November 07, 2009 8:17:56 AM via web

  799. The cowboy dropped his gun and his heart caught the bullet. His adversary cried angrily, his thunder a puff of dust in the blazing noon. Saturday, November 07, 2009 8:15:08 AM via web

  800. Jagged little trends, making little slices on society’s flesh, some rising to large welt scars oft repeated, others fade away barely white Saturday, November 07, 2009 8:13:34 AM via web

  801. It was a smattering of cloudbursts that set them back, but they plunged on still relentless as the surging tide at high moon. Saturday, November 07, 2009 8:12:00 AM via web

  802. He squinted into the sun and said, “Bats. Bats come to devour the flesh laid out on the earth like a smorgasboard.” They ran, to no avail. Saturday, November 07, 2009 8:08:33 AM via web

  803. The house is constructed entirely of the patient twining trunks of trees, its roof a canopy of birdsong and lampyridae. Friday, November 06, 2009 4:39:23 PM via web

  804. The insustrious and craven ants spread honey glisteningly on termite mounds and await with gleeful anticipation ursine whims Friday, November 06, 2009 4:17:17 PM via web

  805. A millennia, one minute, what’s the difference? It’s the same stuff, the length of being an abstract defined by perception. Tuesday, November 03, 2009 7:55:46 PM via web

  806. The eagle lands in the median, flexs its great wings, and pulls the guts from a rabbit. Unseeing drivers whiz by with lamprey handhelds. Tuesday, November 03, 2009 7:22:37 AM via web

  807. The neurotransmitters flooded his brain, ut it wasn’t enough;a lifetime of hard drugs had destroyed these pathways. He compensated w suicide Tuesday, November 03, 2009 7:17:23 AM via web

  808. Thetis: Time, return the past to me, for the second time around, I would have double-dipped! Tuesday, November 03, 2009 7:16:07 AM via web

  809. http://twitpic.com/nr3x7 – I am Geppetto. Saturday, October 31, 2009 5:46:28 PM via TwitPic

  810. http://twitpic.com/ne7um – Found in a book store… How to cash this in? Thursday, October 29, 2009 10:53:39 AM via TwitPic

  811. Rechargeable batteries line the wall in perfect progression from carpet to ceiling where it is connected to a unregulated solar panel. Wednesday, October 28, 2009 11:13:57 AM via web

  812. The wishywashing fishygots drop eggs in the blubbering babblebrook and koax koax gods scoop the sunjeweled spheres with their mucky smiles Wednesday, October 28, 2009 11:12:47 AM via web

  813. The hole in the hand bleeds worlds in a torrent of salt wet crimson; legends sail on droplets onto horrified cheeks and lustful tongues Wednesday, October 28, 2009 11:06:33 AM via web

  814. The goat graze in Sherman’s lawn. They are his lawn maintenance crew, providing fertilization and cutting services for practically nothing. Wednesday, October 28, 2009 11:05:27 AM via web

  815. Socrates said wisdom begins with admitting your ignorance, but said nothing of the crushing futility and frustration that comes with. Wednesday, October 28, 2009 11:04:40 AM via web

  816. I’m taking a powernap: my dog places a bone in my lap and bitchslaps me twice. Then she takes the bone away, leaving me with a loaded wtf. Friday, October 23, 2009 9:21:40 PM via web

  817. @laurenbeukes Yes. Technically this is the final chapter of a graphic novel volume, but… hey, an entire soundtrack for a single chapter Friday, October 23, 2009 8:44:56 PM via web in reply to laurenbeukes

  818. @laurenbeukes I don’t know if this counts, but: Casanova Album 2, Issue 14 by Matt Fraction, Gabriel Bá and Fábio Moon http://bit.ly/1mQhKg Friday, October 23, 2009 3:07:04 PM via web in reply to laurenbeukes

  819. The worms were pushed from the ground by the heavy rain. They inched uselessly across the concrete to cross paths with an indifferent tread Thursday, October 22, 2009 6:00:28 PM via web

  820. Earth orbit was overrun with translucent tadpole-like creatures disrupting gravity fields to cause extreme climate change: god spermatoza. Thursday, October 22, 2009 4:58:43 PM via web

  821. The electric slide brought the gaggle of gabbing partygoers to a neonlit space filled with strange frolicking ideograms coloring their faces Thursday, October 22, 2009 4:41:27 PM via web

  822. A person is a construction of psychoses superimposed upon a structural framework in a three-dimensional plane; a virtual reality of madmen Thursday, October 22, 2009 4:35:39 PM via web

  823. Bound by massive chains of multiverses the monster god regurgitates pure chaos stuff into an ulcered open stomach for an eternity. Thursday, October 22, 2009 4:31:15 PM via web

  824. http://twitpic.com/mey8c – My million piece journal, that mosiac of receipts and cardboard and scraps of papers and napkins. This is just th Wednesday, October 21, 2009 7:28:32 PM via TwitPic

  825. A surf of words ro the horizon, its choppy inflections smoothing to languid vowels as this body of language caresses your tones Tuesday, October 20, 2009 7:27:09 AM via web

  826. A handcart leaped out of control down a steep hill. In it rode a boy whooping with delight towards an imminent death. A moaning mom chased. Tuesday, October 20, 2009 7:25:50 AM via web

  827. I’m convinced my oven has a leaking nuclear reactor; the cockroaches that congregate there are particularly robust and practically immortal Saturday, October 17, 2009 9:37:37 PM via web

  828. The pattern maker is stumped. He stares at the digits strung out like perplexing beads receding into infinity. Or is there an end? Fuckin pi Saturday, October 17, 2009 12:34:22 AM via web

  829. The mind waxes, a channel changing at the behest of its sensations. The power of a memory, and the power of that which triggers it. Saturday, October 17, 2009 12:26:04 AM via web

  830. I see certain shades of color and its suddenly Christmas. Then I sniff a cold wind, autumn creeping upon me. A heat on my cheek is spring. Saturday, October 17, 2009 12:25:05 AM via web

  831. “it’s our, what, fifth apocalypse?” “sixth. When will it end?” “it’s always ending, baby” Thursday, October 15, 2009 2:02:14 PM via web

  832. Mama Mickleburg pressed the curds with much difficulty, her ham glutes straining. Sweat beads adorned her sparse mustache as she moaned Thursday, October 15, 2009 12:37:37 PM via web

  833. On the mound of shit, a dung beetle builds his castle, lording it over all the insects that pass within its imaginary borders.Death steps in Thursday, October 15, 2009 12:31:22 PM via web

  834. Dick Savage is trapped in a dark place where long-fingered marsupials frolic on the sun-topped trees, but make war on the shadowy branches. Thursday, October 15, 2009 12:27:30 PM via web

  835. Down where the murder-stained bones of ancestors lodge against the roots of blood stretching skyward to the leaves of tragedies on the wind Thursday, October 15, 2009 12:25:02 PM via web

  836. I take special care to contradict myself, he said. Wednesday, October 14, 2009 7:08:06 PM via web

  837. http://twitpic.com/ljp1h – Bearly in love Wednesday, October 14, 2009 6:06:09 PM via TwitPic

  838. The police cruiser parks at the point where the speed limit transitions to a slower speed: quota is fucking filled. Wednesday, October 14, 2009 1:17:25 PM via web

  839. Across his vision swam an evil little house with evil little spirits in the windows like flames on an evil little hill. La de lala de la. Wednesday, October 14, 2009 7:33:19 AM via web

  840. Miscellany and miscegenation spread across the ignoble country’s early shores, bloodying its black sands and green fords. Wednesday, October 14, 2009 5:21:32 AM via web

  841. There were too many whimsies floating through the forefront of his backbrain for him to make a credible decision regarding the prey’s demise Wednesday, October 14, 2009 5:19:40 AM via web

  842. A hive of villainy, the asteroid Ceres was filled with subjective madmen smuggling zombie zygotes and space burnouts hunched over moonshine. Tuesday, October 13, 2009 3:42:49 PM via web

  843. He was as happy as a homophobe at a sausage fest hosted by a rainbow pride coordinator with ten years of Alcoholics Anonymous under his belt Tuesday, October 13, 2009 3:36:22 PM via web

  844. She: Sir, could you please turn off your headset. He: Ma’am, I’m not on the phone; I’m just schizphrenic. She: Ulp. And he resumed hi Tuesday, October 13, 2009 3:26:55 PM via web

  845. Why does my Haribo Happy Cola gummi candy smell like fecal matter? More importantly,why am I still eating it while compulsively sniffing it? Monday, October 12, 2009 8:03:52 AM via web

  846. It was a glubitumous night, and the stars inched their light through the black pit tar sky. Monday, October 12, 2009 7:11:25 AM via web

  847. is at an estrogen party. Sunday, October 11, 2009 6:37:15 PM via web

  848. It’s machine gun sentiment in a mutual contract of death. The dark streets strobe with muzzle flashes;the people pick up their dead in theAM Sunday, October 11, 2009 3:40:39 PM via web

  849. Standing ringing the bell in a cold gale, your mind’s not on the impoverished the boodle supports.No,it’s on the comforts of home and hearth Sunday, October 11, 2009 9:22:37 AM via web

  850. Jujubes the moongroom grooves. Star veils entangle whispers in the earthbride’s hidden soft smiles. It’s electomagnetism, cupid said unhockd Sunday, October 11, 2009 8:38:46 AM via web

  851. It’s all Sanskrit to me, baby, the Reality Tripper said to his old flame before phasing into the reality next door in a froth of tesseracts. Sunday, October 11, 2009 8:35:47 AM via web

  852. The horrormore desseracting leakquid flough piptubones lapping y globozoming crenelations wipplerise in a everwus low-centigradely cerulean Sunday, October 11, 2009 8:19:37 AM via web

  853. It is a roar you are given to pronounce in a rising cascade that demolishes all reason in its path, leaving the cupidity of vagrant madmen Sunday, October 11, 2009 8:15:56 AM via web

  854. Progesterone RT @vesper7 you probably can. There’s a particular wild yam out there that’s positively bursting with Sunday, October 11, 2009 3:10:25 AM via web

  855. An unbirthday is devastating to the loved ones of the dearly departed, but it is a glorious event in which the spirit transcends the flesh Sunday, October 11, 2009 2:05:20 AM via web

  856. With half a foot shot off he sat to rest and enjoyed the mountain vista spread before him. Soon the dusk purpled. Saturday, October 10, 2009 8:27:24 PM via web

  857. @deafmaestro Unfortunately the best ones are on my facebook ha. And sorry, man, my mom forgets the safe word all the time… Saturday, October 10, 2009 6:59:53 PM via web in reply to deafmaestro

  858. The ziggurats and minarets of that once glorious city is shrouded with a crawling evil that hisses and jisms from windows The rats have left Saturday, October 10, 2009 7:30:52 AM via web

  859. Cresting a Monosodium Glutamate buzz, Succotash threw himself off the building. A cadre of clowns scrambled with a trampoline. And missed! Saturday, October 10, 2009 3:11:45 AM via web

  860. The electronic puppets started to spasm, their servo jaws snapping with such ferocity the juvenile shop-goers shrieked in fright and cowered Saturday, October 10, 2009 12:21:01 AM via web

  861. The pestilent garotouche turned the chaff to dust and dreams bleeding into nightmarish reality; the people went screaming to sleep. Friday, October 09, 2009 10:10:43 PM via web

  862. The sun cracked open in a hissing escape of gases and a white flash, and from it emerged, trailing luminous dust, a system sized moth Friday, October 09, 2009 1:59:41 PM via web

  863. Inside every atom there is a Gravity Dude, a fine attractor poised magnetically in mutual admiration for homogeneous mindsets in the baryons Friday, October 09, 2009 1:56:19 PM via web

  864. Adam cried to Eve, “Hey! Look at that Newton fella! He’s got our fruit!” One thing led to another;Adam was never sure that his kids were his Friday, October 09, 2009 1:53:01 PM via web

  865. The vicious criminal, suffering from strong and violent winds, dashes down the black alley, his condition finally in his favor. Friday, October 09, 2009 1:50:33 PM via web

  866. A gunshot in the darkness results in premature penetration. “A bit excited, aren’t you, boy?” a husky voice drawls, filling with blood. Friday, October 09, 2009 1:49:27 PM via web

  867. He is the many silhouetted man! His shadows permeats thirteen or sixteen dimensions in a shutter type progression with decreasing opacity! Friday, October 09, 2009 1:48:01 PM via web

  868. Despite the fact not being foremost in thought, the brain seems to despair with unconscious osmosis as you quest for the source with unease Friday, October 09, 2009 1:45:14 PM via web

  869. Who knew a plot was so important? A failed submission = blogstory, One Man’s War http://tinyurl.com/ylbjryx Friday, October 09, 2009 10:47:16 AM via web

  870. Squeamus crashed through the plate glass window as the property proprieter, upset with a smidgeon of spilled mop brack, met arse with shoe Friday, October 09, 2009 9:47:28 AM via web

  871. Squeamus took the short-cut, barreling down the long hill at breakneck pace, pushed more than pulling the cart of junk attached to his hips. Friday, October 09, 2009 9:45:02 AM via web

  872. The men walk openly in the streets with their coffeecans filled with corn liqueur and mouths filled with blasphemy, depending on breeding Friday, October 09, 2009 9:42:03 AM via web

  873. The events are slow and protracted at the beginning and the middle but speed up to an abrupt conclusion: a silent comedy. Friday, October 09, 2009 9:40:50 AM via web

  874. @danterosati Dude, looks like I read too much into your question.:) Thursday, October 08, 2009 9:42:49 PM via web in reply to danterosati

  875. Ants, termites, bees are examples of communal hive organisms on the ground. Now, are there such organizations in oceanic ecosystems? Thursday, October 08, 2009 5:11:56 PM via web

  876. He turned the light off.She turned it on, said I want it on.He throws the lamp against the wall. Now you got light,he says,the house burning Thursday, October 08, 2009 5:09:18 PM via web

  877. Its laughter is… alien. Thursday, October 08, 2009 5:06:36 PM via web

  878. The escaped extraterrestrial lays waste to the Colorado Plateau with human technology developed from the wreckage of its craft. Thursday, October 08, 2009 5:06:28 PM via web

  879. It is a secret you always knew, I told myself from the future, and I told myself from the present, you never knew you had it Thursday, October 08, 2009 5:04:02 PM via web

  880. The portal in the godhand spills poisonous oceans crawling with mythic chaos into the pristine planet where angels become livestock fodder Thursday, October 08, 2009 5:03:17 PM via web

  881. Everyone has a voice, and it demands to be spoken. God clutches his head, blissed out in the schizophrenia of humanity. Thursday, October 08, 2009 5:02:02 PM via web

  882. @danterosati it’s a chicken or the egg question, unresolvable except in idiosyncratic definitions Thursday, October 08, 2009 4:58:20 PM via web in reply to danterosati

  883. @danterosati Go figure. It’s to do with implicate wholeness. A paradox if this is fact, to be distinct in a whole system. Thursday, October 08, 2009 4:56:15 PM via web in reply to danterosati

  884. @mattfraction how happy? Thursday, October 08, 2009 4:51:11 PM via web in reply to mattfraction

  885. @mahafreed It does give you an unique vantage point as a journalist, to provide a non-involved perspective.Feel like missing out on sumthin? Thursday, October 08, 2009 2:07:45 PM via web in reply to mahafreed

  886. @vesper7 Naw no fiberglass, but I think it does contain the drying agent salicylic acid for removing acne warts & coldsores… Thursday, October 08, 2009 2:06:13 PM via web in reply to vesper7

  887. @danterosati What’s the proper usage? Grammar is a curse as it is a blessing. Sometimes there are consectious rulebreakers like Joyce. Thursday, October 08, 2009 2:02:21 PM via web in reply to danterosati

  888. @danterosati You know I never really considered it. You is doesn’t have the same ring, but that’s probably because I’m accustomed to you are Thursday, October 08, 2009 2:01:29 PM via web in reply to danterosati

  889. @vesper7 I’m constantly told one shudn’t use Carmex: It’s got fiberglass in it, OMG, it’ll cause more damage than is beneficial! #DUNNO Thursday, October 08, 2009 1:31:23 PM via web in reply to vesper7

  890. @danterosati If every possibility is possible,isn’t there the possibility that you are also nowhere in the multiverse? (a mverse of mverses) Thursday, October 08, 2009 1:28:20 PM via web in reply to danterosati

  891. What are we forces of nature streaking in idiosyncratic trajectories, bombarded and bombarding plethoras of intrinsic meanings? Thursday, October 08, 2009 12:53:21 PM via web

  892. Does steampunk really have to be Victorian? Thursday, October 08, 2009 12:46:23 PM via web

  893. @JerryCornelius Joyce likedsecrets.His stories are probably filledwith revealing information useless without context.Bloggers crave audience Thursday, October 08, 2009 11:27:09 AM via web in reply to JerryCornelius

  894. @JerryCornelius I prefer Finnegans Wake, you uncultured pig.Think Joyce wasn’t trying to cater to the mainstream. He was writing for himself Thursday, October 08, 2009 10:00:17 AM via web in reply to JerryCornelius

  895. @rwac48 They have to fall so low to recognize the error of their ways before making amends… unfortunately it’s a cycle. People forget… Thursday, October 08, 2009 9:59:26 AM via web

  896. Campion cages house your garden variety monsters, none of those huling dumb brutes, but the bright sparkly running underfoot beings Wednesday, October 07, 2009 2:26:26 PM via web

  897. A soul shatter twist colliding in PranaAir a burst of riocheting psyches slowly fragmenting,lost in the multiverse:these are the dispossesed Wednesday, October 07, 2009 2:25:35 PM via web

  898. With mobile gadgets Time gains a transcendental dimension usually reserved for school clocks at 2:59. A minute is given eternity Wednesday, October 07, 2009 2:24:10 PM via web

  899. Hot and bothered she screeched, Make me like a kettle! He did. Sopping, she hissed.Ssssss! In the next town birds thrashed from their branch Wednesday, October 07, 2009 9:42:44 AM via web

  900. Who knows the stuff of birds? Wednesday, October 07, 2009 7:17:22 AM via web

  901. Already October the birds are veering north in squadrons. Their captains must be awry, or it is an equipment malfunction?A necessary detour? Wednesday, October 07, 2009 7:17:07 AM via web

  902. Flickering lampyridae cresting the moonlight air like so much dandelion stuff in a cacophonous morse code of the horny. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 7:15:01 AM via web

  903. The dossier shows him to be lacking in empathy which is queer because he is a telempath, but explains the chill in the room when he enters Wednesday, October 07, 2009 7:10:13 AM via web

  904. Two-pump chump: Chew Notta the Erectile Tissue’s five seconds of fame deflated as the ratings of his TV show were discovered to be impotent. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 6:46:37 AM via web

  905. The information contained within is as relevant, if not made elementary by the increased everyday applications of the technology Wednesday, October 07, 2009 6:37:13 AM via web

  906. He let himself go. He sank deeper and deeper, leaping from electron to electron until his consciousness permeated the earth like mycelium Wednesday, October 07, 2009 6:35:14 AM via web

  907. Everyone’s asleep on their feet, asses. Snores permeate the air, as infective as yawns. The breakroom steadily fills with temporary corpses Wednesday, October 07, 2009 5:40:06 AM via web

  908. All chiclet smile and musclebuilder’s handshake, the president travels cross-country in a baby kissing spree,eyeing his rising approval rate Wednesday, October 07, 2009 5:38:42 AM via web

  909. The lovish gillyrimbs bumboozlated wodiferously in thramplight, weeredoving wearth and learth piltumbliant: Shadover undark whirligig. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 5:35:50 AM via web

  910. She unzipped his shirt, still as spry at 91 as she was at 19,straddling him. But his dentures had fallen out and he was fast asleep.Typical. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 3:30:31 AM via web

  911. A cupcake frenzy of pre-adolescents rushing the counters, pink fingers grasping for the sugary confections. A baker was trampled to death. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 3:25:47 AM via web

  912. Once upon a time a man of questionable virtue came with a woman of questionable virginity,thus naming the ensuing conception Werner Vilikins Wednesday, October 07, 2009 2:40:52 AM via web

  913. Askance he askewed, asking a fusillade of question bombardment, cocksure in his downfall, spiraling torrentlike into pure, fatal rhetoric Wednesday, October 07, 2009 2:35:59 AM via web

  914. How insight leaps at you! You think you know the general outlines of a person, but then something comes along, a handwriting, an expression. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 2:27:02 AM via web

  915. The people of the forest pine poised in the ashes, their oaken visages maple coloured exhaling mesquite breath from applewood lips Wednesday, October 07, 2009 2:23:47 AM via web

  916. The pastor traded religious stimuli for alcoholism and his congregation faded away into seediness, the planks snapping up between the pews Wednesday, October 07, 2009 1:37:57 AM via web

  917. At the alien zoo: “Look at that creature! How darling it looks with that cute tongue!” “It’s dying of asphyxiation.” “Oh. Joykill.” Wednesday, October 07, 2009 1:12:17 AM via web

  918. Expectations, God damn expectations, the gear that pushes the world to be its best, also the gear that grinds it down to ruin Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:56:58 AM via web

  919. He pressed the pieces of soluble cellophane, these windowpanes to the soul, onto his tongue and simply waited zazen until the visions came. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:37:58 AM via web

  920. It had a sad smile on its skull. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:29:36 AM via web

  921. The radioactive skeleton walked from the atom bomb an incandescent green and poisoned with a slow sickness anyone it encountered. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:28:48 AM via web

  922. I’m not sure of my regard of the matter, only that it’s not quantifiable by any existing standards or any that is developed in the future Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:27:12 AM via web

  923. The unconditioned conditioning is dependent on the condition of conditioned conditions. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:16:19 AM via web

  924. Language is like sex; it takes two to tango. Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:15:13 AM via web

  925. You crane your neck to see some flashes of real there so you can say, “Oh! That’s so not him at work!” Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:09:02 AM via web

  926. The alien vomitorium is tinged phosphorcent blue of some ancient excess,the marble still crawling feebly with centuries old symbiotic phages Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:04:40 AM via web

  927. Regret, scowling phantasms, burrs unbidden the air about you, dripping the world wet with sappy, useless condolences.You wait for it to pass Wednesday, October 07, 2009 12:02:45 AM via web

  928. When the mother dies, the daughter in effect becomes the mother, going as far as to adopt her manneisms, religion, and hobbies. Tuesday, October 06, 2009 11:15:07 PM via web

  929. The children are sick, their hair,teeth falling off, and the doctors of the world are rushing for a cure; they are the last children ever… Tuesday, October 06, 2009 10:15:01 PM via web

  930. Recite your alphabets, dear, and know this simple appreciation of soundshapes is what rises us above the beasts that root for grubs Tuesday, October 06, 2009 10:13:53 PM via web

  931. The cooling apparatus is spread along its circumference to absorb heat from the core and expel it at the polar regions. It spins like a top Tuesday, October 06, 2009 10:12:42 PM via web

  932. There is a tune to consumerism, its rhythms dictated by patterns from unexpected places; the migrations of birds may influence stock values Tuesday, October 06, 2009 10:10:40 PM via web

  933. His words are wild, his wiles self-prophetic, but it all boils down to a gibberish fallacy in a cauldron of odiferously steaming tastes Tuesday, October 06, 2009 10:07:32 PM via web

  934. Pedestrian emotions wander through the throughfare of storming neurons, insects under the steps of gods. Some catch fire and conflagrate Tuesday, October 06, 2009 10:04:54 PM via web

  935. A system wide collusion of minerals and bacterial solutions conspire to crystallize light years within labyrinthe biomolecular forms Tuesday, October 06, 2009 9:56:43 PM via web

  936. The stuffed animals crawl from their toy boxes in a polyester revolt, the really old dolls from museums and flea markets rising to counter Tuesday, October 06, 2009 9:50:30 PM via web

  937. The nagas knurled her curvaceous flesh of evil and bone,slid to her jaw where they hissed crackling sibilant music summoning the worldsnakes Tuesday, October 06, 2009 9:48:58 PM via web

  938. @Polenth Once I left a watermelon half in the backyard, and the next morning found a multitude of finger sized slugs. Tuesday, October 06, 2009 6:24:05 PM via web in reply to Polenth

  939. Aerate the lawn he said and she stuck a needled pincushion into her pubes screaming shrilly. We should have called a contractor he said. Tuesday, October 06, 2009 9:29:08 AM via web

  940. Foil amplified electroplasm crackling its lightning veins on my body, visitations of the body singing electric as sparks run along my teeth Tuesday, October 06, 2009 8:50:48 AM via web

  941. The bio bazaar is a loud, rowdy gathering of iridescent men and women searching the tables for illegal fleshware and psychic weapons Tuesday, October 06, 2009 8:06:33 AM via web

  1. Yoo hoo scallywags!the void pirate hailed across a million kilometers. The star schooner Quantum Froth took evasive action,blinking in space

     

  2. Every man is hung into reality by a silver thread extending from the pituary gland. Only the extrasensitive or those close to death see this

     

  3. They’re talking about fattening the calf and is it no,ranted Bob,coincidence my last name is bison and I’ve been fed copious amounts of food

     

  4. Brownian motion slurried the mirror quest and the witch, ensnared by her own fury, cackled uncontrollably. The mirror swirled placidly still

     

  5. There’s more than one way to skin a monkey, the zookeeper to Koko threatened. Koko thumped the zookeeper on the head saying I’m no monkey!

     

  6. She flung the tarot into the air. The Fool swung like a broken compass needle and penetrated the orange in Thelma’s astonished hand.

     

  7. “Sheesh, ok, OK! I’m sorry about that thursday ten years ago!” Good, she huffing away says, but you’re still not getting any tonight! “Aw!”

     

  8. The mustachioed gentleman harrumphed then chuckled uproariously,his ample belly knocking aside the little children and old women in his path

     

  9. The Cockocola sweeps winner was gifted a shopping spree in a Cocko-Cola brand name store.He spent minutes pushing soda bottles into his cart

     

  10. Poison in our foods, poison in our clothes, poison in our gadgets, poison in our houses, poison in our children: welcome to America.

     

  11. Leaking lampreys exude a dull gold glow on the iron beasts they parasite.The men inside in fusion light battle for supremacy of engine rooms

     

  12. A harrowing resurgence of the parasite left half the population paralyzed. The genius scientist, hero of the last epidemic, sat woodenly

     

  13. The bent old man, bald with a cane, took pride in his people observing skills, and observed until an open manhole was the death of him

     

  14. We are our little obsessions, the innane insanities that drives us inexorably mad; that is the sub-routine that makes us human

     

  15. He is in Hell, and it was like he had always been there. One grew accustomed to punishment, and subsisted on it after time enough.

     

  16. A depth charge of emotion, Rosemary sank into the lower echelons of hell and splattered the devil with long forgotten sensations

     

  17. A revolution of the constantly accusing and the irredeemable accused,the dramas regarding crustecans and wifes grip the public consciousness

     

  18. Carpet jujubes chuckled at the press of Cat’s padfeet, tickling to no riotous end the irritated feline’s flexing claws. Mrrow!

     

  19. The reenactment erected a sentimentality so absolute in its walloping sacchariness that the matronly old ladies broke down in sobbing fits.

     

  20. There is something about the synergy of smells that comes together in a protracted fashion with particular relation to the geographic locale

     

  21. @vesper7 I’ll be glad to oblige. It’s just one of these things I meant to do but never got around to doing…

     

  22. http://twitpic.com/ker9x – Dinner’s not too happy to see its maker

     

  23. Iron pyrite cluttered the greedy prospector’s cabin. The appraiser visited. After, the prospector hung himself, pockets full of fool’s gold

     

  24. She turned on his cellphone, and it vomited light all over her shirt. She spent the rest of the evening asked where she got that cool shirt

     

  25. The rocket jockey spurred on his little Space Mercedes, screaming “…the little engine that could! The little engine that could!”

     

  26. Some people live their lives out there on the sleeves of everyone, while some come out of their rock grudgingly in face of a tragedy

     

  27. Wow what a home! http://bit.ly/2mpu7B There’s also the original by Peden just an hour from where I live.

     

  28. The optocalypse children jet on wells of ink, clouding the future. A furious crystal ball crone hurls her sphere against the wall.

     

  29. Tales of the Apocalypse: The Sergeant http://bit.ly/pTYLb

     

  30. Mir wir wir wirum. Snifftyschkots. Dash gelim glaze hallow hollows. Ge geso gseo seh. So saith the gibbering darkness under the grass blade.

     

  31. Is there a platonic ideal of a crime against humanity?

     

  32. It wasn’t easy procuring the parcel that now lay in his hands. It had taken years… half of his long life. He looked at it then burned it.

     

  33. A serenade from the grave. Fat tears dropped for lost dears. Wilted flowers dusted with shoveled earth. The worms migrate their dull senses.

     

  34. A field of carnivorous flowers and bloodsucking butterflies embedded in the Very Greater Plains like a ruby on the brow of Gaia.

     

  35. When the bear came upon him heavily, the shotgun inveigled itself into his hands unawares and its spine blew out in a tangle of wet gristle

     

  36. The furious ray burst from the sensation shingled hive of capitalism and left behind a rough wake of unaccomplishment.

     

  37. Psychologist pastor kills off unprotfitable patron to capitalize by conversion on the emotional turmoil of the deceased’s wealthy next ofkin

     

  38. Cocko-cola bottlecaps littering the floor caused the runner clomping in on steel sole trainers to skid windmilling a mile on the metal road

     

  39. It snuffled phages slocking slovenly on its snout rooting rooting clabby earthmoss, massive nostrils dilating to yow yowowyow a rolypoly!

     

  40. How quickly a moment fades! The cloudburst dawn vaporized, a child’s hand grown in yours, the deepening lines in the face. We are mayflies.

     

  41. Force of animation: memes slink into unsuspecting minds: is it us that control our ideas, or is it these ideas that dictate our motives?

     

  42. In an obstacle course you navigate from point A to B; now envision the string of your life, A to B, in which you hurtle

     

  43. “Huh? Don’t you mean gratitude?” “Fuck, no. I have risked life and limb for you. I want gratiuty!” “Sheesh, man, greed ain’t your scene.”

     

  44. The psyche is affected when periods of glasses removed spills a diffuse fuzziness onto your depth perception

     

  45. The roof has collapsed and kung fu children escape the debris like ants crawling from a peanut butter sandwich

     

  46. Nebulae of nebulae, a grid filled with flotsam of homogenous existence excited at random coordinates to become the multiversal froth!

     

  47. In Time arrows a Holy lineage of Hero sons and fathers through discord towards an umwelt metempsychosis in the birth pang of an archetype

     

  48. Thoper with a motherfucker of acceleration: Shit, it was going to be a hard bend, but the time was of essence. He paid each degree with pain

     

  49. The interior layout of deep space craft is that of historical Earth’s sea submarines. They trawl the void on fusion and sheer manpower

     

  50. Cards silvered with filigree inlaid with intricate portrait symbols flashing halogen spectrum with tarot tales metaphysical archetypes

     

  51. Shoes in the grass, bent leaves of grass gnawed at by an ass in the twilight of dawn before the sun cuts the murmur of night moisture

     

  52. Beam me meekly with some brylcreem and free cheese until geese vee the seeing sea sky.Beam me meekly until wheezes freeze in crease o winter

     

  53. The cars pile up and don’t stop coming until it’s one fucking big heap of chrome and rubber bursting with clowns tumbling to the blacktop

     

  54. The bladder comes at night, knocking at your door. You pull yourself from bed and you stumble blindly to find it, rapturous to see you.

     

  55. They do those convulted scams that gives the mark what he needed so they can pocket the happenstance (ha) assets without feeling too guilty.

     

  56. What is sentience, the shrimp asked the calamari as it was speared and brought to a gaping jaw, but an appreciation for seafood?

     

  57. @warrenellis To taste the change you would have to go under the White House desk

     

  58. Information has become compartmentalized, but not necessarily informative. Bare bones is not always best.

     

  59. Has the world always been this crazy and we haven’t noticed as much as we should have, or is it getting nuttier by the minute?

     

  60. At age ten he put his arm down a tuba and got stuck. By the time he was fifteen, he’d taught his little sister to play it, and became a duo.

     

  61. Why are hospital examination rooms so small? It’s not a good place for someone accumulating gas.

     

  62. Psychic combatants duke it out in the massive psyche of an organic supercomputer.No one sees it,but knows who wins by the one who doesnt die

     

  63. Can you distill a person,boil them down to the base thing component, all the inessentials stripped away? I think not.Too little inessentials

     

  64. The subconscious wafts off the psyche in subtle expressions and careless phrases. Nobody gets it anyway; they don’t know you that well

     

  65. When from the surf wet sand a woman’s valentine bottom was removed, the heart shape we all know and love was discovered.

     

  66. Riddle: How many amps can you fit into an ampersand?

     

  67. “Don’t you have more pressing activities to attend to?” crossly said the boss. “Yes, sir!” said Bob who went back to pressing buttons.

     

  68. That is where I come in, says the kid, a sharkboy no older than thirteen who promptly saves the day. What needed saving? we ask quizzically

     

  69. Holy shit. I just saw a granny wearing a huge speed racer sort of helmet whizzing by in purple athletic sweatwear on a white mtorcycle.

     

  70. I corral zombies, add harnesses and dangle a trussed up all around bad fella like a carrot on string front their noses ro pull my nice cart

     

  71. A human need: to be grasped when reaching out, to be understood, someone to say “I know what you’re getting at, and I fucking like it!”

     

  72. Rambi is a deer disillusioned at his return home from a failed war, and kills authorities in the mtns. (This is where i shud stop tweeting)

     

  73. Fishing is not only a sport, it is the only sport in which you can snooze and smoke and drink in comfort.

     

  74. How do you consolidate amalgams integrating synergies compressing condensate systems?

     

  75. Romance, the poet gestured flagrantly in the air, is a collection of consonants and vowels spoken with fervor that later turns to resentment

     

  76. 3… 2… 1… Full ahead,commence cheesy lightspeed sequence, cue star streak warps seguing into a corny wormhole kaleidoscope. Space opera

     

  77. The cowboy accidentally hung himself playing with his lasso at Hangman’s Tree… Everyone could believe it; he was always raring to kill

     

  78. No man is an island unless he is afloat in the sea, barnacl’d with parasites and algae until his encrusted corpse grows a bona fide island

     

  79. The poet punks satyred at the crushed marble fountain still spurting its flow of nano-nymphs. Their rhyme razed the scientific reason

     

  80. @kikiflyy08271 You should send it to Ripley’s believe it or not. I don’t think anyone has seen a clear shit before. It’d look like acrylic

     

  81. http://twitpic.com/juljc – My lunch has a massive wart

     

  82. Knightade: you don’t know what it is, but it’s got electrolytes! Joust with renewed vigor! Carcass free and less than ten days old!

     

  83. A brain bomb goes off and he downloads into the ether, formatting blank the core system to leave the host limp inert.

     

  84. Rexy, very sexy fairy, vexs hex bomb wombs foiling rioting toils, coiling calls into halls and walls a house lousy with louse

     

  85. A space captain jettisoned his load, forgetting that his ship was a studio apartment.

     

  86. To enter the reality next door, make three steps exactly an inch apart to the right then turn sixteen degrees, slightly inclining head. Yep.

     

  87. “I’ve got shingles-” “Oh, you poor thing.” “-for the roof.”

     

  88. Jesus quits the trinity and the holy ghost decides to become a lowly poltergeist. God, enraged, goes on an ambrosia binge and sleeps eternal

     

  89. At a press conference,zombies express their indignation at being labeled bloodthirsty brainless shamblers by eating the reporting news crews

     

  90. “I’ve uprooted my life for you and now you don’t want me!” “B-but you’re scaring the people… You know, trees aren’t supposed to walk.”

     

  91. A sex-enabled jetbike with orgone feeders and recycled exhausts skims the telluric currents and blinks from ley line to ley line

     

  92. “I would make a stand,” he said, “if I had legs at all.” “A-are you speaking metaphorically or literally? These days, I can’t tell.”

     

  93. The moon shudders in the night, great swathes of shadow enroaching as it splits open and a sunbright emerald green wing tentatively flexs

     

  94. A mechanical unicycle fitted with a gyroscope and a tractor tire roars through the desert at eighty miles per, its goggled driver dusty

     

  95. In investigative humor the PI E. Face sleuths chuckles, sometimes shits and giggles, and always finds the best medicine.

     

  96. He ordered a pulp paperback and received in the mail a box of pulp with a sheet of paper on its back. He shrugged, go figure.

     

  97. Formerly a gun runner, Dr.Dark now trafficks in fresh bones for the re-animated dead who have recently protested for their right as citizens

     

  98. What of the serpent tha regurgiates its own tail? The phoenix who opts for permanent death? Can the world be unraveled by its very physics?

     

  99. The artillery of myself spread out through the worlds, the voices of chaos and sowers of discord, we crumble the foundations of civilization

     

  100. “To be frank-” he began, only to be interrupted by Frank who cried, “You’re not me!” “Yes, that’s right, Frank. Ah, well, to be frank-“

     

  101. The past is fiction and the future is artifice. What of the present? It is like a flame, continuously extinguished, continuously ignited

     

  102. A wild Kansas wind steals your breath and from the looks of the horizon it will shortly be laced with stinging cold needles of rain

     

  103. On tuesdays and wednesdays I am awake for 24 hours, give or take, and on the rest of them days I am lucky to even have six hours of zzzs

     

  104. Its smooth nautilus curve gloams through existence, the atoms of its being entire universes, and feasts on multiversal plankton,turning pink

     

  105. The steel canister is filled with three centuries’ worth of technological advancement, rusting, mired in organic refuse of disintegrated ETs

     

  106. Earthly beasts battle extraterristal beasts while puny humans scurry betweens toes and various appendages, including that of unsavory aspect

     

  107. The shrinking superpower is not a raster property (molecular) but a vector event (gravitational tensor, warping of space-time perceptions)

     

  108. Chaos Operator: He’s a phenomenon now, a fucking force of nature sweeping the branes, like a ripple or the fractal patterns in leaves.

     

  109. A smart kite brings its own pocketknife and frees itself in a strong wind.

     

  110. Passing under the arches Ronald had a donald and flapped his jacks until it did a limp banana and exuded a weak saltfruit scent.

     

  111. He would enter the punk scene and scalp mohawks from unwary clubgoers to dry and strap to his skull by leatherskin chinstraps at night

     

  112. A roasted monkey corpse was found in the desert, all evidence suggesting it had come from the sky. Farmer Bob: It was like a Roman candle!

     

  113. He screamed a string of obscenities that settled in the cramped space, winding up like so much yarn passing mothers clutched children ears

     

  114. @mattfraction What’s happening with our favorite meta-temporal, multi-dimensional psychedelic psychic motherfucker of a secret agent?

     

  115. Opalescent ruby emeraldites diamond studded the dream canopy, fruits of tourmaline trees with roots of amethyst and obsidian. Tiger’s eye.

     

  116. The human race dies with a whisper at the hands of those who would play God. You grow old knowing there’s no one to dig your grave.

     

  117. One morning the world wakes up to a simultaneous abortion at all stages of pregnancy, and no more children are born hereafter.

     

  118. Sept 10 09 Science magazine article: potential nonsurgical sterilization for cats and dogs utilizing RNA viruses…

     

  119. Death is not a white light. It is not darkness either. It is an unfolding, a receding that is also an approaching. It defies comprehension

     

  120. Sun dappled ideograms decorate the vampire’s arm. New fad: a design is exposed to ultraviolet light and leaves behind a tattoo of shadow

     

  121. Everybody’s neurotic, but nobody knows how neurotic I am until they marry me.

     

  122. In the winter otters fed her mollusks and warmed her with their slick coat. In the fall, fruit fell from overhanging trees into her palm.

     

  123. Mama catfish raised her on the clear cool waters where she sunned with the moss encrusted turtles and rubbed shoulders with rubicund salmon.

     

  124. On a decrepit bridge a baby was jostled from a truck of refugees into the gorge where a giant catfish caught her in its whiskers

     

  125. A hundred octaves, one over the other then under the other in a smooth sinuous segue, before crashing apart like birds bursting from a field

     

  126. Murmurs she, I want you to it say good-bye. O, he cries, the dog which is that of mine will not go! She growls Mother says and you will do!

     

  127. The gutted fish’s unblinking eye flashes as it says, Hey, enjoying yourself, bud?

     

  128. Wouldn’t repeating after you that phrase encourage conformity? RT @TrustedTravel -Everyone, repeat after me “We are all individuals!”-

     

  129. Tou find yourself growing up, stepping into your parents’ battered loafers and you never fucking saw it coming.

     

  130. There is no mention of the actual procedure itself, the distilling of ectoplasm to a more stable form, the frequency change of astral vibes.

     

  131. How do you sell your soul? The answer is invariably “Sign this contract.” Preferably with the signer’s blood or ink of black bile.

     

  132. Sleep is a magnificent mode of instantaneous time travel mechanism propelling you x units of time into the future.

     

  133. You enter the church. The putrefying bodies have run together into an almost seamless mass sprouting appendages and grimacing faces. You gag

     

  134. A carnival it is.An army of midgets build the rides and the tents.The animals are built from straw and bone. The barker barks. Come, people!

     

  135. They rush through the empty schoolhalls, half-imparted knowledge and teen rebellion permeating the very air, escaping phantasms of childhood

     

  136. He opened his ribcage and withdrew his scarred heart.Hello, old friend. He kissed it. My, what you’ve been through.To put it back, he ate it

     

  137. A bomb. What is this thing, you ask? An event of failure, an explosion, superawesomeness? Well, whatever it is, you know it’s a bomb.

     

  138. Every link of the chains holding the god to the destiny of humans is forged with weapon grade dreams in the fires of myth

     

  139. Busting out gats and dropping rats like the motherfuckin’ hepcat I am. I got gold dripping all over me and honeys lapping at ’em. Represent!

     

  140. The reality jockeys twist between moments, phasing from dimension to dimension in pursuit of adventure. There is no treasure but experience!

     

  141. We contain inside ourselves a microcosm of the eternal filled with archetypal symbolism and superstition, the sum of our special experience

     

  142. Aardvarkology 301: don’t give an earth-pig a sword if you don’t want to be run through with blue steel

     

  143. They tied him splayed to stakes beaten through the asphalt. He watched the sun move with inexorable slowness. Carrion birds watched hungrily

     

  144. The Numbers are super secret agents. They carry reality implosion pills in a molar and a particle disruptor snug in a sock. Pa-pow!

     

  145. On a spree (killing or shopping, he won’t say) so he’s out of town so she busies herself plucking hedgehog spines to stick through her hair

     

  146. Consectious. Demure. Vibrant when unawares. A brushstroke soul. A wink a long lash. Jagged spirals. Fishnet. Bare feet. Darkly polished. Hi.

     

  147. The interstices of story exist like a termite mound inside going ons or the bone marrow of an ostereoposis patient;they coincide explosively

     

  148. Be ye judges of your actions. Police the populace of thoughts! Play but don’t riot, love but don’t lust. Bah! Dimestore ‘sophy, blah!

     

  149. Copters in the night pushing pools of light ahead. A desperate man escapes through the brush. They go away. Relieved, he is snakebit!

     

  150. Honorpuss invested heavily in charms, her house aclutter with mojo gathering in cobwebby corners. Hexs screamed intense defense from windows

     

  151. Leaping lumpricks pishpout pots trolloping dappling lips dripping loverly lush liquid teardrop buds crystal in lecher light,oh how it tears!

     

  152. When the yogi shrugs, his shoulders don’t move. Nay, it is the earth that shifts momentarily from its orbit. That’s how centered he is.

     

  153. The yogi did a nose stand as a lying Pinocchio streaked into the stratosphere on his nose crying, God’s love, Jiminy Cricket, chop me down!

     

  154. The yogi stood on a little toe as a drunk Kate Winslet fresh off the boat said, I can beat that! She did, and his toe was crushed with shame

     

  155. The yogi hovered a foot above the ground, subtly modifying physical processes to exude a steady high pressure of uplifting flatulence

     

  156. Archenemy Bob has a plan to devalue gold. He will gather all the gold in the world and melt it all into flakes and drop it from a plane.

     

  157. I want a divorce… he says, and his wife looks up. He continues, …from all carnal pleasures. Now I want a divorce, she says rolling eyes

     

  158. It needs a plot, they tell me.Well, that’s what they also tell terrorists! Is it necessary to have a direction amid bombastic language?

     

  159. It’s just the vociferous slamming together of meat, the mingling of its juices:that’s when you know it’s all in your head,that chemical urge

     

  160. Patience is a paper chase in a hurricane, that neon memo dayglo in the thunderclouds eternally twisting from your fingertips to shrink away

     

  161. What is an age without its crises? Not young enough! The roundabout dream, the gibberish of language overlaid with pure emotion

     

  162. This reality rewards folly; there is no nutrition for the soul, the honest uncluttered projection of existence since diluted

     

  163. The wind punches you in the face, slaps you along the cheek. Your eyes are streaming and you can’t see the ground when it hits you

     

  164. A fight takes place in the caved-in gymnasium, where the kudzu have reclaimed the benches and the walls. The fighters circle,faces bloodied

     

  165. The landscape is bleached of color, little secrets swimming at its edges to leave behind Brownian trails of quickly fading multi-color

     

  166. Six pools of brack, black, purple, red, orange, yellow, green… they simmer with some unseen activity under an eternal whitewashed sky

     

  167. They came out of the west like a holy religion, followed by a cloud of meat flies and ravaged, silent screams hung under their skin.

     

  168. @gingatao What about an owner of a fishing business who has been in jail as long as he’s been to University?

     

  169. Ka-chump! Koooooom! Wrrreow-sssss-chow! Budda-budda-budda! Click clump crash! Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat! Ssssssssssss… Kkritch kkritch.

     

  170. Hard pressed for horsepower when raw fuel cost hundreds of dollars per gallon, he invented a differential engine powered by pedal energy

     

  171. He cranked the ignition and sniffed solemnly yesterday farts before pulling out of the drive at a hard 30 mph, startling the neighbor’s dog

     

  172. Bat chested, the savage woman flung herself through a window and fell a twinkling before swooping on leather hide wings

     

  173. Cicero, a mere period in the history of humanity, went unheeded as the survivors of its natural disasters were deposited into its sun.

     

  174. @mahafreed no. I exist within a continuum of fatalism usually afforded to believers of Fate. It’s tomorrow… why bug out about it now?

     

  175. A sawtooth on the horizon, the White Range has claimed thousands of lives, but it doesn’t stop worldwide adventurers and madmen from coming

     

  176. The one armed man crosslegged on the dust knits with his one hand, knurling delicately with a gnarled knuckle, all fucking blissed out

     

  177. Thoughtideas boil unbidden like a soup pot and are swept away by idle distraction, but do not stop rising to the surface of consciousness.

     

  178. The electric car is too quiet, politicans say, and poses a hazard to blind people. Cars with custom sound like ringtones, irritating idiosyn

     

  179. The gangster became a tycoon then became a gangster again when the world fell apart.Old and once more a tycoon,he wraps his brow w his hands

     

  180. He slipped his long fingered limb into a delicate ebony coat of skin,wrapping it about himself until his eyes gazed from a purple-black face

     

  181. My pillow is given shape in China where it is sent to India to be given a body before it is imported to the USA to be given a life. Capital!

     

  182. -What is it, that apparatus you use to breathe? -The lung? -Yes, that. We will remove the lungs. -No! Why?! -It takes up too much torso…

     

  183. New blogstory, a tale of the apocalypse: http://bit.ly/fI4xH

     

  184. A batallion of space jellyfish float in the vacuum, doing nothing.A silver craft looks like a toy in their sungleaming tentacles.You go back

     

  185. Sugar fever has overtaken the boy and he sits knees to chin licking his fingers coated with flavored sweet dust and the leakage of lollypops

     

  186. The secret gambols smuggled gyres over lyrical whip thin gyroscopes tumbling with ordered chaos flickering above greening greemblues tufting

     

  187. Captain Quiche of the fabled schooner Cockswaller approached every harbor or port with a racket of clucking leading a wake of feathers

     

  188. There’s less variety on the store shelves. The economy? No, the truth is that consumers have nutured woefully specialized preferences.

     

  189. A pillar of smoke marks a biblical scale devastation:the people have started burning the dead, thinking it’ll help. It’ll just make it worse

     

  190. Lumps of self assembling meat manage to invent for itself dramas and tragedies based off particular and specific woes of said meat

     

  191. Girl in cage with dog, she lover of all things furry and sometimes scaly and slimy, she pets her dog friend in the cage, getting slobber all

     

  192. Neonatal little shrouded child of stars, womb of universe, suckling at the placenta of planck, a dream of mesons whispering in the vacuum

     

  193. Seamless rubber suit snug tight as fuck on her crazy curves slipstreaming quite sweetly through the 300 foot drop, she kissing wind.

     

  194. It s song filters unperturbed from the froth of gills that line its torso and bubbles unbidden into the world of dry, haunting the villagers

     

  195. The sunrise, the earth’s very own personal hydrogen bomb, safe at 80 million miles away, turns the horizon into something painful to look at

     

  196. A decrepit house surrounded by a field of amber grain in a valley domed with purple skies. A constant wind plays and a little girl murmurs.

     

  197. The race went on for far too long, most people thought, especially those who couldn’t stand to see its contestants die every other mile

     

  198. Alien blood overlay his freckles in a similar hue and he screamed as he plunged the bayonet in and in…until he woke awash in a damp womb

     

  199. The flowers bloomed are, he told his granddaughter, the births of fallen angels,redeemed for a moment by admiration of their fragrant beauty

     

  200. In its decades the empty parkinglot had sprouted a voracious crop of weeds that split it open and crushed a lone truck, its engine rust red

     

  201. Lint used to be so dignified, little tufts of cotton like pieces of heaven; nowadays its all plastic, scraggly cheap polyester, she said.

     

  202. They touched down in a wooded plain, their rockets blasting ground into ash and glass. They met weeping dwarves clutching bright plastics…

     

  203. They walk past the ruins, never knowing it contained the world’s largest conglomerate of genetic testing…their eden.They gnaw at the grass

     

  204. The frogs tumble slowly from the sky as raindrops stream past, and the people run for shelter. By the morning flies have covered the street

     

  205. On the onset of age you find yourself becoming your father and damning yourself for reneging on your youthful vow never to be alike as him

     

  206. The machine takes cash (and the occassional finger) through a little slot and feeds out your fortune on slips of colored paper

     

  207. The color vibrancy of a culture’s art is dependent on their geographical location. The hotter it is the brighter the colors are.

     

  208. He imagined colliding forces, like massive hands raking the country,of archetypal emotion perpetuated in the small actions of ordinary folk

     

  209. The books burned in great bonfires across the country, not because of censorship; the books were infected. Libraries became quarantined.

     

  210. Intoing the store he picked up a purple orange then frommed the store a citrus taste in mouth.

     

  211. Giant roman candles stuffed with actual romans spreading the firament with color and a slight warm red rain. Umbrellae bloom skyward.

     

  212. A LCD cult of cucharachas gathered at its swamp gas glow, antennas in hirstue worship as the digits cycle, all sense of time lost.

     

  213. @deafmaestro what’s up with the beardathon?

     

  214. The pixie’s primary mode of transportation isflight;flatulence fueled by spectral dewdrops consumed between 3am and 423am timezone dependent

     

  215. The blood of grass stained his trainers. He slouched on the doorstep, engine hot next to him. Raised a glass of cold amber fluid to his lips

     

  216. The time warper found himself splitting into fractal eddies, pieces of himself swirling into four dimensions. “H-help me,” he said, beached.

     

  217. See something interesting, observe it, but by no means possess the thing in your mind; the act of possessing is to be possessed

     

  218. Green ripples past the forest in throes of autumn, the grass sea carries a froth of insects and swooping swallows

     

  219. Dashing along the marble in a massive mausoleum clutching the hand of a girlchild; the dark granite gargoyles turn yellow eyes and fall fast

     

  220. Lies, small keys of copper crusted cerulean,flit in the vast stainedglass reaches of Discord,looked upon by swaying dreamers cloaked in rags

     

  221. The jack of spades dug up the king of diamonds under the cruel sneer of the queen of clubs whose jokers smashed the king;the ace hearts wept

     

  222. Winetown filled with plump faced tourists who considered themselves of the highest pedigree with a not insubstantial knowledge of vinery

     

  223. 0 [$kpppoopb

     

  224. A handlebar ‘stache wrought from copper is soldered to his gas mask; his wooden geiger counter is inlaid with trimmings of gold and rubies

     

  225. Sweet and creepy the treeing vine frees its feelers furring reels of green cord preening a sheen bloom

     

  226. The pregnant nun looked up from the polishing of a bishop’s mitre, her hand locked at mid-stroke,and said “The service begins at 8 o’clock.”

     

  227. @deafmaestro brilliant! subverted the original idea by taking the word literally. So it’s safe to say your tea bag is full of preconceptions

     

  228. @deafmaestro how can it be a preconception if it’s never been heard of in the first place? 😀

     

  229. He has sold his flesh for the soul of a machine

     

  230. Look that there, it’s Old Glory, coming apart at the seams, tatters. Used to be they made it strong but nowadays it’s all cheap imports

     

  231. Good country cookin’, the bumpkin said as he pulled the sauteed raccoon from the pan to place it next to a steaming warm mug of moose urine

     

  232. The sun dashed against this splash of eden, thus enabling these photons to migrate, transfigured, into the plump fruit we hold in our cheeks

     

  233. RT @mahafreed 19!

     

  234. RT @robkroese ‘s ear growth:probably an especially exotic and parasitic species of tillandsia. Cultivate it and be blessed with extra oxygen

     

  235. @redbeas5 Yes, when they’re not hip anymore

     

  236. A story submission… http://bit.ly/48YcDi

     

  237. Madwoman in a sport utility vehicle clutching white knuckled a cellular phone into which she screams a strint of red-faced obscenities

     

  238. Hwy magick:pepper of insects scraped from windshield driven through I-70, saliva from a texting SUV driver, salt from motorcyclist’s helmet

     

  239. Fragrant chimes tumbled a riot of colors and strange snatches of song from roiling thunderclouds rent with a tearful god’s veined gaze

     

  240. Her wings unfurled, sticky with amniotic fluid, to brush the astonished doctor’s nose,eliciting a sneeze from him and a giggle from her

     

  241. A typical PI story: dude goes to a lot of places to talk with a bunch of people, but the case solves itself, and he doesn’t really get paid.

     

  242. The bookshelves are littered with mice feces, thoughts of hantavirus inveigling itself into you to cause a nervous trip to the loo faucet

     

  243. The gag reflex kicks in and the worms surge upwards, their little teeth gnashing the relish for impeding freedom; they gleam in the sunlight

     

  244. The sine curve refracted light of watersurface boiling with geoluhread fishdarts hungrily hunting pinklygutes whose tendrilimbys intoxicates

     

  245. A dry rattle in the lungs as it fills with the blue stuff, then you die, but you’re still in the habit of breathing which is tough to kick

     

  246. Petite castanets adorned his toes, clattering as he tappity-tapped, and his ample bottom strapped with cymbals crashed as he swung his rump

     

  247. Men of clay were built and puppeted into battlefields of seafroth where their earthy tread, against the relentless tide, surged away

     

  248. Ickle sickle the dark bickle fickle bicker rich bitch leech beseeched green cheese,the fiscal freeze a vandalism upon the economical frieze

     

  249. Clackety-clack sinister eyes redglowing onto trilling mandibles crunching stainless steel carapaces into dust the metal mites carry away

     

  250. Sopping wet from that secret place for which wars are fought she withdrew a blood crusted wad of cloth and dabbed it with a paintbrush.

     

  251. They grupped hunds Man und Uhlien, cold reptilian scales uhganist wurm flesh, their eyes unblinking in their solemn pact.

     

  252. The hydrogen canister impacted, blistering into white light cut with shreds of metal. The car ruptured, sending fossil fuel hotly skyward

     

  253. The wandering rocks sit still, constantly in a different place as the river streams its life past those stolid, peripatetic sentinels.

     

  254. -What? -Yes. I have given you a colorificant which shall render you permanently blue. -Doctor, for the love of God, why? -Because I.

     

  255. TkippouuPoo (another blackberry mishap. Seemed somehow poignant)

     

  256. 2041: Lurid lovers locked lips inscribed with luminous tattoos on neon park benches as the city bright night softly hustled hot to go.

     

  257. When the tortoise, dying, fell crashing to the earth, monks carved a monastery into its shell and wore simple garments of tortoise leather.

     

  258. The cathedral crawled slowly over mossgrass hills on the shell of an ancient tortoise piloted by an equally ancient man swinging a lantern–

     

  259. The rotatoscope spun images of delirium on the spotted ceiling drawing men and women to the tips of their toes like transfixed insects

     

  260. A ^PopoPoPPPoPopopoPopoPop0 000000 (The secret life of blackberries: this is what my pager does when I leave it in my pocket…)

     

  261. The arrested development man waddled into the comicbookstore with mustard and Kocko-Kola stains down an overlarge Barvel Heroes tee

     

  262. Shiny globes orbs spherical testicularly slipping the form of skulls and graduating carefully into a state of bone and flesh mayadreams

     

  263. A cadre of flatfoots barreled into the meetingroom, bellowing hoarsely from cigarette throats into their phones orders of coffee and pastry

     

  264. Gleaming grease limned colors haze diffuse wavelengths subtly lit with tones of bold incandescence softly writhing worms of light leaking

     

  265. They tossed around balls of leather, a heifer somewhere missing its skin, and tussled a bit in the mud a homostraight strategm

     

  266. Reefer laced dreams consolidate the surging surf into whimsy while the salt tang wind stirs submerged thoughts like tide stripping sediment

     

  267. Inside its massive armpit revolved a billion worlds tangled in a dance of mad entropy that drew all inexorably closer to ultimately collide

     

  268. It spurted a haze of diamonds, slowly expanding, sparkling riotously, and died,flopping convulsively on its side.Warrior ants pulled it away

     

  269. The unfurling of a flag announces the new regime. The cheers of the crowd below will soon turn to jeers when disenchantment sets in.

     

  270. The library is filled with obscure histories and banned magical tomes. A wizened librarian ranges its dimmed corridors, perpetually lost.

     

  271. By soft glow, of chinese rice paper lanterns, the night insects bumble, dizzy drunk from fragrant smoke guttering within the misty globes

     

  272. The Plutonium Blues: a post-apocalyptic jazz band cranking mournful tunes from radioactive instruments and mutated appendages.

     

  273. A frozen room contains 12 almondites whose glacial gaze sends shivers along one’s chills: they are not dead, but merely biding their time

     

  274. A glissando on the streetcorner bathed in flattening streetlight glare blurring whickering strings, exemplifying sweatbeads of effort

     

  275. A snotrag dream gathering cream of nose wetly gleaming dangle of mucus

     

  276. “Bill’s having a coming in party. You’re invited.” “Huh?” “What?” “Coming in?” “Oh. Didn’t you know? He’s straight, not gay! Shocking!”

     

  277. The bleeding man crashes through a shantytown pursued by armored aircraft and ground troops who waste no bullet carving up any bystanders

     

  278. The long haul truck scissored on the freeway, spilling its load of bleach. Helicopters hovered above witnessing the poisoned scene

     

  279. The tarot: a veritable world to the horizon, symbolism leaping at him with blazes of light prophesying doom and gloom then painful glory.

     

  280. Gangs of intaglioed ganglia prowl the cobblestoned streets to engage in wages of lunges and feints chiaroscuro amid startling bas relief

     

  281. It begins at the mirror, when your skin draped skull stares back at you. You can’t move your eyes away.If you do, you’re not seeing yourself

     

  282. It’s all about tense, the Time Traveller said. When you ride the tensors, you just got to remember which when you are. He shrugs.

     

  283. The blind bard, that mad bluesman a crosslegged island in the stream of humanity wailed into his dented saxophone, his clouded eyes rolling

     

  284. A house of yellowed enamel sunk in redly rotting ground; he carves for himself a living space and rests with a small firelight and a blanket

     

  285. A flea on a single dogshair. Follow it along its insane trajectory: a controlled parabola of slight terror, like a rollercoaster ride

     

  286. It’s as if you have been plucked by the hand of God: receding always from your point of origin reality unfolds in an infinity of accretion.

     

  287. The city sprawls like the spread legs of a whore, its crotch dissolving into the filthy effluvia of the industrial delta.

     

  288. A river rambles, its shambling banks frothily quicksilvering past ash and gorse into the mouth of pigs and rabbits. A fish swallows air.

     

  289. Dog saliva. Cat’s breath. Moan of newt. Teething gulpsmack gobs scalding cauldron. A recipe for cure a brew afoul: the chicken has the pox!

     

  290. An erection touches the uvula of the sky. “You dare thrust against my word!?”cried the sun, gagging on anger. “Fall to your doom of babble!”

     

  291. A cistern of purple flavored electrolytes irrigate a ruined crop, only colouring a dust bowl of royal winds. Baths fill with purple water

     

  292. Music. Music, music. Music music music. Music, music, music. Music… Music. Music. Music, music music. Music. Music. Music music music!

     

  293. The membrane covers slick the god’s face, themselves the folds of time, and travellers squeeze from one to another like droplets of oil

     

  294. Throwing long shadows in the purple, perpetual dusk they pass circular concrete pools brimming with foul algae and strange translucent eggs

     

  295. Multicoloured spirals in the night hung to from wooden rafters slatted roofless against night sky spangled with snow dreamily wafting

     

  296. The crab sidles its way eyestalks shifting suspiciously the pile of doubloons and jewels that sparkle through the sand like a fever dream

     

  297. Falling long and dear through a cavalcade of chance incidents sweet and ugly, aging along the way to burst in a puff of dust in the crash

     

  298. Metal bowl alabaster bone polished oak papery gauche the desires of his magpie-like life littered the dusty floor. He lifted them one by one

     

  299. In the weird light of just morning leprechauns drink from dewdrops and ride the squirrels along the powerlines; the birds peck after them

     

  300. He disappeared quietly off the earth. His family quite loudly searched the earth for him. Not a sound or sight of him was to be found

     

  301. It takes barebones guts to do it, the skeleton said dreamily, digging into its eyesocket with a yellowed digit to withdraw a squirming grub

     

  302. The fish shimmer slapdashingly a chroma rivaling rainbows swimming to flee the sky which is a big blue brute with a burning eye

     

  303. The river flowed underground a secret source of electricity: the old technology tapped its energy and the villagers thought it all magic

     

  304. Rampant ramparts marked the ancient battlefield. Now flowers grow where children grew and spilled blood until there were no more children

     

  305. Secret valley of flesh meeting between two devil towers surrounded by browncloaked druids thrusting arms in air at every which chill

     

  306. A tremulous vampire umpires sodden midnight softball games played with pointed bats and heads of garlic, twittering “Fucking spear leeks.”

     

  307. Little Boy hummed quietly in the slipstream, the big mother that birthed him a rapidly shrinking cross, and turned his nose to the ground.

     

  308. @gingatao poetry is a bunch of pretty words and pretty sounds. poetry is the wordless put in words. poetry is sex, or is it the other way?

     

  309. @gingatao the poet may nudge the general message in a particular direction, but the reader always finds his own way within the words…

     

  310. @gingatao the juxtaposition of the poet’s image and soul as derived by the observer’s intrinsic nature. Poetry… need not be just words.

     

  311. There are thirty boxes of caught dreams neatly stacked in a dusty cupboard; the thief who owns the house thrashes feebly in his bed and dies

     

  312. Twelve rotating simians with strange paste-on mustaches happily sing childhood songs at a flaxen-haired girlchild holding stuffed insects

     

  313. Ballast bullets rend armor and pulp flesh. Laughter of rotted teeth and gasp of dying breath. There is such a thing as very good evil

     

  314. A crystal city refracts sparks of its demise through its smooth gruebleen transparency, slowly fragmenting with great tinkling chimes

     

  315. Disturbed, the fruit flies ambulate slow and lazy around the hanging potato plant and congeal once more amongst its green vines

     

  316. The epauletted and Vitalised airship captains convene in the cigarsmoke filled plush lounge of The Big Bloat, the good ship of Cap’n Barmy

     

  317. They burst like maggots in the baryonic realm and within an infinitesimal span of time claw their way to a disintegration of corporeal form

     

  318. Carrion dripping beak of big bad vulture circling desert road of mayhem bleeding cataclysmic devastation in snarl of cars reeking gasoline

     

  319. Storms: I love how the world may thrash itself or softly cover itself to an all encompassing white while I bumble soulserene under my roof

     

  320. http://twitpic.com/gu013 – The withered skull of the gingerroot stares at me from a wall of words

     

  321. “Who are you?!” “Lysergic cadets, rangers of the psychedelic storm!” “Yes, that’s right! Atten-hut! Into the maw, boys!” The acid ki

     

  322. An ugly face eschewed from the boxers thrown on the bathroom floor. Dark plaid the plain expression stares into me as I piss soulwrenching.

     

  323. A riff: the half-hidden building with dirty windows under the old trees sits surrounded by unruly hedges and a guard of vocal ravens

     

  324. @neilwilliamson I wish life was a Stephen Chow movie, where everyone just breaks out in song and dance at completely random points in plot

     

  325. @HolyGod are you gonna put some new species in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch? What’s your view on evolution, holy dude?

     

  326. @charlestrippy http://twitpic.com/golvq – The breasts were skinned from the chest of a stripper midget attacked in a dark alley by the b

     

  327. @TheAuthorGuy I know a lot of folks with warm cheeks and a personality to contrast who could apply for that job.

     

  328. Erections range the pink splashed snatch of road, bellows pumping to a slow cacophony as an oily, greenpreening ecstasy overtakes the land

     

  329. Secrets spill tumbledowning from the molars little lost pixies showering sparks of black discomfiture as loose lips sink ships. Oh, gurgle!

     

  330. O glorious combat knife in the skull! Sweet rend of the jugular, burbling oh so burbling, taste of blood flecked tongue, that final twitch!

     

  331. Admirable admirals administer apothecary tricks on weird wild wombats who troo-lala through rough troughs seeking leaking reeking wednesdays

     

  332. The mist lays low and I wonder how this city looked before it was a city, the pavement, roads small rolling hills furred with prairie grass

     

  333. She sez one thing and I sez another thing and before long we’re having sex playing the saxophone nekkid then sez some more other things

     

  334. He wished to be in Africa, touched a moonbeam that escaped a cadre of dark clouds and silvered away through starlight touching down a jungle

     

  335. The nihilist yearns for obvious oblivion on the precipice of ego death, staring deep into the black abyss of his wildest dreams

     

  336. A lazily twirling windmill sprouts from a shaggy green hill, its red and gold trimmings blazing in the bright blue noonday crawl of the sky

     

  337. The clawed and fanged mothersea creatures gyre and gimble in the vast depths of her cold womb under a faint cerulean dream of the sky

     

  338. Serenading pillbugs beating backs of their brethen on rotted wood waft music to flamboyant ladybugs lit from above by flickering lampyridae

     

  339. Wealth is an intrinistic measure of the world by a person’s particular character; the advent of money has woefully lowered Man’s standards

     

  340. Bad Bossa Nova the emerald Chevrolet pushed its front wheels off ground as its engine roared towards the finish line on a road of rubber

     

  341. “Who are you?!” “Lysergic cadets, rangers of the psychedelic storm!” “Yes, that’s right! Atten-hut! Into the maw, boys!” The acid ki

     

  342. An ugly face eschewed from the boxers thrown on the bathroom floor. Dark plaid the plain expression stares into me as I piss soulwrenching.

     

  343. A riff: the half-hidden building with dirty windows under the old trees sits surrounded by unruly hedges and a guard of vocal ravens

     

  344. @neilwilliamson I wish life was a Stephen Chow movie, where everyone just breaks out in song and dance at completely random points in plot

     

  345. @HolyGod are you gonna put some new species in the Great Pacific Garbage Patch? What’s your view on evolution, holy dude?

     

  346. @charlestrippy http://twitpic.com/golvq – The breasts were skinned from the chest of a stripper midget attacked in a dark alley by the b

     

  347. @TheAuthorGuy I know a lot of folks with warm cheeks and a personality to contrast who could apply for that job.

     

  348. Erections range the pink splashed snatch of road, bellows pumping to a slow cacophony as an oily, greenpreening ecstasy overtakes the land

     

  349. Secrets spill tumbledowning from the molars little lost pixies showering sparks of black discomfiture as loose lips sink ships. Oh, gurgle!

     

  350. O glorious combat knife in the skull! Sweet rend of the jugular, burbling oh so burbling, taste of blood flecked tongue, that final twitch!

     

  351. Admirable admirals administer apothecary tricks on weird wild wombats who troo-lala through rough troughs seeking leaking reeking wednesdays

     

  352. The mist lays low and I wonder how this city looked before it was a city, the pavement, roads small rolling hills furred with prairie grass

     

  353. She sez one thing and I sez another thing and before long we’re having sex playing the saxophone nekkid then sez some more other things

     

  354. He wished to be in Africa, touched a moonbeam that escaped a cadre of dark clouds and silvered away through starlight touching down a jungle

     

  355. The nihilist yearns for obvious oblivion on the precipice of ego death, staring deep into the black abyss of his wildest dreams

     

  356. A lazily twirling windmill sprouts from a shaggy green hill, its red and gold trimmings blazing in the bright blue noonday crawl of the sky

     

  357. The clawed and fanged mothersea creatures gyre and gimble in the vast depths of her cold womb under a faint cerulean dream of the sky

     

  358. Serenading pillbugs beating backs of their brethen on rotted wood waft music to flamboyant ladybugs lit from above by flickering lampyridae

     

  359. Wealth is an intrinistic measure of the world by a person’s particular character; the advent of money has woefully lowered Man’s standards

     

  360. Bad Bossa Nova the emerald Chevrolet pushed its front wheels off ground as its engine roared towards the finish line on a road of rubber

     

  361. When the polar runoff drowns half of the world, vast islands of pumice bob to surface and crawl with drowning animals and persistent flora.

     

  362. Where does the soul of a city exist? The clatter of Main Street?The bile and shit of its sewers?Its market bustle?The hearts of its people?

     

  363. All magic is high technology. Long forgotten nanotech rises to the wizard’s will and manifests itself according to his intent.

     

  364. The key wrought from the yellowed fingerbone of an ancient sasquatch king carved with dead runes and forgotten incantations opens cold death

     

  365. The armchair veloured with the stitched together pubic mats of meow madames and lemur boys glistens with rubbed oil; a rich madman buys it

     

  366. Undine twisted to earth a spray of steam on Tiamat’s hot laughter; mist and stream and ocean she rises up into the clouds to rain rain rain

     

  367. My twitter permalink on vignettes http://zxvasdf.wordpress.co…

     

  368. @PoeticGrin Thank you! My unlikely muse was a traffic jam. Good luck with your manuscript

     

  369. @deafmaestro on miniOpera and the bb browser, it automatically reverts to mobile view, so I can’t really see your background on there

     

  370. On the day it was legalized the space station sent earthward a thermal image of America;the entire country was a pointillist’s dream of heat

     

  371. Leaping licking lizards! They sprang on the walls of a small hut situated in a facsimile paradise as a corpse breeze swept in from the sea

     

  372. “20 lashes for you, bad sir!” She whips his ego with her wicked tongue until it bleeds Freudian maladies and implodes with blistering guilt

     

  373. The road blockade offers forced immunization for the swine flu and a RFID bracelet to match; refusal results in deportation to a prison camp

     

  374. Agatha a goth both born right and left wrong long into night lights frights; her pale moon face sinks under the bedsheets in a dream of dawn

     

  375. When a person’s mind shatters reality is distorted, a corrupted hologram, and a special vantage point is exchanged for alienation by peers

     

  376. A very important person flanked by beefy bodyguards slips on a banana peel and takes down the world with him in laughter

     

  377. Leaking serpents poison themselves and flop in undignified agony by the water hole where they in turn poison all who drink from it

     

  378. Cave trolls with diamond jaws are hunted to extinction, their molars fetching darling prices on the black market to land on buxom busts

     

  379. Tis elementary, my dear bastard. Your father spilled the best part of you on the bedsheets before he ran away then your mother dropped you

     

  380. Vampires in a funhouse hall of mirrors stalk their prey with great convenience and much laughter. Werewolves fear silver nitrate mirrors

     

  381. The rows of corn listen carefully to the whispers on the dust while the deaf blind mute heads of cabbage rage silently into the manure.

     

  382. An abandoned motel is tenanted by a hundred generations of cockroaches who eat through the curtains and mattresses. One day it burns down

     

  383. The gentle children take the man’s hands,despite his obvious state of extreme irradiation,and lead him to the cooling balm of the killingsea

     

  384. Liquid lightning sloshes in Buck Lolligan’s glasscup as he gestures rudely with booming laughter, splashing pain onto his hairy open chest

     

  385. Golden ropes from heaven dredge the corpse of God from the Atlantic ocean, pulled by the number of angels who dance on the head of a pin

     

  386. A rocket cobbled from tin and bone piloted by a madmanwearing a fishbowl helmet and alumnium foil rises above the trees and scatters,burning

     

  387. The will fish gills in a splash of putrid bubbles the dank sea froth coming from the jaws of a god fishygot churning the bile of existence

     

  388. The explosion of flowers along the shoulders of highways are tended to by covert governmental dwarves under the road beautification bill

     

  389. In the past a symbol carried a distinct spiritual, cultural quality; today a symbol is measured by its marketability.

     

  390. @mahafreed when u see a story, are you seeing it as a journalist or a literary writer? For me, it’s like sparks of fiction leaping at me

     

  391. After punching a selection from the soda machine you pick up a green can, snap it open with a finger withdrawing gelatinous small frogs. Mmm

     

  392. Professional lip-readers peer through binoculars across the battlefield at a general who screams at soldiers like a coach during halftime.

     

  393. -integrity. Look! See how the cities move, oh so subtly! Like the wash of color in a burning coal…” The area is being cordoned.

     

  394. -attempting to engineer a self-constructing, self-healing architecture. The failure has to do with the sub-routines controlling structural-

     

  395. -went about their unfathomable business in these fantastic remnants of the bible belt. “A lunar landing experiment gone awry. NASA was-

     

  396. Iridescent nanotech cities sprawled through the midwest in a spray of alien geometry. Its inhabitants, who did not resemble humans at all,-

     

  397. The people in the cities, in the towns, the deserts, jungles, they watch the wavering light that falls from the sky, growing bigger.

     

  398. To enter the city one had to tread a steep stairwell made of slick stone and upon reaching the subterranean region, take two steps backwards

     

  399. The fisherman, going pale with panic, frantically scrambled for his knife. Half his body was found on his dinghy, attracting sharks.

     

  400. The eggs cracked as translucent tendrils pushed and prodded tentatively to and fro before surging outwards to slurp down the rough bark.

     

  401. The plaster was falling off in patches and the roof looked like the back of an old, bent workhorse. This was home, Val smiled, hand on knob.

     

  402. A gun-toting nun and a nunchuk wielding rabbi discuss the finer points of religion during an onslaught of zombies.

     

  403. -decay (when has death ever smelled so beautiful?), the sepulchural fog of its morning, the winds warm with seasonal smells.

     

  404. For reasons unfathomable, I feel like autumn…its radiantly cool days, the night boulevards guttered with the wet, limp leaves of summer’s-

     

  405. http://twitpic.com/fl4ze – To me cicadas always have resembled eerie alien craft, all emerald chrome with copper fixtures. I can see the

     

  406. The train slithered into the city on greased runnings, hissing to a stop in an ash flecked terminal.

     

  407. The psychopath went to a funeral and brought some dog hair, to which she was allergic, and spent the entire service sniffling smugly.

     

  408. @deafmaestro i like it! folks, if you are using a 1024 x 768 res, go to VIEW and zoom out to view it as it would look on a 1280 x 1024 res

     

  409. @JerryCornelius Yes, you’ve been bad, very, very bad

     

  410. After a couple hours sustained delirium, a new blogstory is up at http://bit.ly/1a2r43 hope it’s not too long

     

  411. The word ‘truth’ is a lie because a lie is a form of truth. In fact it is even possible to proclaim the truth doesn’t exist.

     

  412. Life begs truth in all its aspects, eveb in a lie. Truth is not the neatly packaged conceit of men.

     

  413. Learn fluently the penmanship of the left, artful trick towards activating the darker deeper half so called due to its mystery.

     

  414. An ukekele singer in the slum sings of regret and its remedies. With the left hand it is quickly writ: words with no particular objectivity.

     

  415. A battery of banshees pummeled the Lingam wall with their horrid wailings as boulder sized goblins tore the stone away in chunks.

     

  416. “Thunderdam steeds!” cried Ron as the beasts surging in the dust at the far horizon became distnict. The ground rumbled, pebbles rattling.

     

  417. @gingatao I like the city of tiny lights http://bit.ly/96MX6

     

  418. The Passenger gets off the bus and, passing a pretty prostitue, jumps into her. She propositions a cop, and the Passenger bounces between.

     

  419. A chrysanthemum of thought unfolds from the pituitary in invisible waves of karma, the chakras blazing in sword of dharma, the kundalini

     

  420. The brane traveller is a good actor, an improvisor. You see these comedy sketches without a script? Highly likely they’re brane travellers

     

  421. A vast expanse of multicoloured transparent bubbles floating in a shifting void, each containing a house on a patch of green grass.

     

  422. Bound with oliphant hide, transcribed in elegant calligraphy using the blood of aborigines on human flesh pages, the volume spoke of horrors

     

  423. BTuiliIIiiuytuuYIiuuiiiUiUuiUuuiiiiuYuiuuuuiiiiyt

     

  424. She doesn’t know how to wake people,startling them mid-dream so they’s thinking they’re being attacked by dogs or in an emptying supermarket

     

  425. Lesbian lounge lizards sip mai tais over dishes of mealworms and flied lice. The atmosphere is decadent, cheery even, shot with cool mist.

     

  426. The twilight folds onto itself, an origami of night. The stars are holes in black cellophane. Large dark things move, a sound of feathers.

     

  427. She dissolved into lazy motes of light floating on the wind. Soon there was nothing left but luminous bits in the night.

     

  428. At the psychologist:”It sucks being me,” laments the zombie vampire werewolf, fur bristling,as he snacks on brains between draughts of blood

     

  429. A gurning God sat on his throne, looked upon by a thousand of his hosts. A horse collar held by His holy hands hung on His neck.

     

  430. Corpses fill the waters of the wharf like so many jostling logs, fluttering with a massive congregation of sea gulls. The fish feast as well

     

  431. “Holy jumping diarrhea!” was what the janitor said upon observing the restroom under his care at the Awesome Super Store.

     

  432. I just saw a squirrel jump twirling its tail really fast like it was trying to be a helicopter.

     

  433. He walks alone across the street, absorbed in the music piping from the ipod snug in hand. A truck hits him, dismembering him. A crow lands

     

  434. The duck jockeys in gear of sealskin spur on their giant waddling steeds along the coursing river and launch into flight off a rushing gorge

     

  435. The tree grows at an accelerated rate and when it dies it is left to cure. Then windows and doors are installed before its residents move in

     

  436. The dragons fill the sky, their breath sending cinders of dragons swiftly piling up on the ground. Men cowered at this war in their caves.

     

  437. The lake is a hole to infinity, blasted under ice by Old Human tech.Alien creatures beat against the ice and devour, brackish blood flooding

     

  438. Its scales filled with the faces of gawping tourists, the stainless serpent slides through the forest, glittering in the noonday sun.

     

  439. Klown Kash is an underground currency backed by crime boss Gangsta George. The FBI finds caches of US cash in warehouses fitted w shredders

     

  440. Secret pharmacies sprang along the coast like a chain of illegal mushrooms and catered to surfer bums and high-octane white collar fucks.

     

  441. Little Jesus Garcon skipped and hopped along the sidewalk,holding the hand of a tall and lanky behemoth of a man who also skipped and hopped

     

  442. The engine snarled under the hood,which Lem Lollercauser opened. Inside ran in a wheel a gang of rabid wolverines. “Ain’t it groovy?”He said

     

  443. The newshound with a nose for news snuffled with a sniff for snuffling and snooped with a stoop for snooping. The informants whispered.

     

  444. It was an explosion of scent so potent even the birds on the uppermost roof flung themselves away. The maid wailed.

     

  445. A watermelon hangs from a sturdy pole,a clear tube filled with its sweet liquid running to my crook of arm.I am smiling in bliss from my fix

     

  446. The flies come to me in the empty break room and weave a nimbus of trajectories about my skull as if I were the Lord of flies.

     

  447. He looked at the stars above and said, “If you can see the light, it affects you. The planets, they all…”

     

  448. Aghak bent over tvisting de koil uv humsulf, lust rope zwopping een de daampths.

     

  449. The moon falls to earth in pieces like wet cheese. The oceans thrash from the impacts, drowning continents. Ash obscures day. People despair

     

  450. She has stitched together her snakeskin collection. Rattlesnake, mamba, garter, coral… she wears a coat that shimmers multicolouriously

     

  451. The black cat slinks incessantly around her chocolate neck. When it is still its gaze, paired with hers, peering as green, are sharp as pins

     

  452. Kamikaze dream episodes puncture the general narrative,reaming it tattered like a battlefield flag, archetypes forcing to fight for survival

     

  453. “He is wise in the Dark Arts…” “Oh? He’s a rapper? I don’t know about that. I have different tastes in music.” “Gina, Gina, Gina…sigh.”

     

  454. The green fronds curled over her head like tentacles of dank, rubbery creatures come out to feed. She watched thunder demonize the world.

     

  455. God and his family watching the humanrace. Oh it’s so fast, squirming and darting all over the place! It’s growing! Oh! it’s dying…so old?

     

  456. http://twitpic.com/eqreh – Weirdly enough I don’t think I’ve seen the sky this dense in a long time. I can only wonder what the plains w

     

  457. @rehabc oh,He is.He is a good sport. Most of the books about him are written by controlling ‘I’ll throw you in hell’ men. God is everything.

     

  458. @deafmaestro about time! Sordid or sickly sweet, what the chad’s writing’s the place to be. You do need to make your blog more accessible 😀

     

  459. @rehabc I like what you’re doing there. God’s always a good sport, huh? There ya go. http://zxvasdf.wordpress.co…

     

  460. @JerryCornelius no more stinking cigars as you slip through the Time streams? It’s not like you won’t come back after you die, Jerry.

     

  461. @rehabc first abit about mymethods. I stareat myblackberry and regurgitate whatever vision passes by. Sometimes an idea simmers and hrs pass

     

  462. @rehabc I’ve never been kidnapped. 😀 Well, i reckon I could put them up on my blog. Might be some work, but I’ve done harder, biger projcts

     

  463. @rehabc haha! I don’t have the attention span for abook. I get an idea, an entire universe explodes… then shortly afterwards it implodes!

     

  464. The truck, piled high with rubbish, spews stinking diesel smoke along the street. A motorcycle roars past a derelict gas station.

     

  465. He drew his blood, hoping to read the akashic script within. His father looked at him, shaking his head. It won’t work. I’ve tried.

     

  466. Sometimes… He looked at the window. I find them pretentious. He spread his fingers. All that self-importance, it must be so tiring!

     

  467. was lugging two massive watermelons after work when someone came up to him and said: I see a joke in that!

     

  468. The dock is torn from its moorings by a rogue wave that is a shockwave through the gentle river community. Cresting catfishes caught by nets

     

  469. He has cultivated the venus flytrap for decades, and his pride and joy has just eaten the family dog!

     

  470. The army attacks the government, all ranks under the generals under the pretense terrorists are couched in secret in office.

     

  471. Faced with an eternity of veils, you walk on damning the torpedoes as you part the sheer day after day, faced with only another silky veil

     

  472. In repose she is luscious,her nipples dark medallions above the slender arms that drape protectively over her swollen belly.Night kisses her

     

  473. He rode in from the dust with a face like the rock crags that populated the desolation around Little Big Tiny Gulch.Nobody trusted strangers

     

  474. Tra-la-la

     

  475. The social structure spiraling with entanglements of interacting tesseracts blocks through Time,unfolding in intervals boxylike yet circular

     

  476. “Bingo!” The geriatric tottered to have his sheet checked. The stern woman, nodding, said: “You are excused from the death panel.” “Whoo!”

     

  477. An assembly line shuttling flickering forms of credit cards dashing hot off press into hands of consumers burning to spend.

     

  478. The Monarch butterfly bobs in the air, a leprechaun grasping its abdomen, another leprechaun dangling from an ankle, a chain of fey folk.

     

  479. The elves, squealing with delight, piled onto the unicorn who reared once before galloping playfully into the forest,over brooks and fields

     

  480. This is an infinity of darkness and that actinic glitter is always at the center of it all, as if it were a pinhole in a dark box. It bursts

     

  481. The dragonfly in the paisley forest colored brilliant purple, emerald green, and fuschia pink: it is a jewel, still as the forest rushes by.

     

  482. Four golden chairs sit at a low silver table on which are set: a glass chalice brimming with obsidian fluid, a plate of steamed rat, a fork.

     

  483. The god of harvest turning in his celestial death bed looks sadly upon Cain as he is rejected by the upstart deity Jehovah.

     

  484. This was fucking psychic warfare, streaking through souls, sending them into shardsmoking radio noise, through centuries, a mind splinter.

     

  485. “…and that’s my sister-cousin.” “Huh?” “Daddy impregnated my aunt.” “Oh…” “Tell me about it. Welcome to the family, huh?”

     

  486. The store had been untouched for years, from the looks of it. They broke into and found nothing but rows of dusty clothes and rat droppings.

     

  487. The alcohol engine throbbed in the corner as the boy fed it fuel and made faces between stolen thimblefuls. It powered a light and a radio.

     

  488. There is an old man on the weathered bench. He writes longhand in a tattered journal, despite the threat of rain. He take his cane in hand.

     

  489. The house is small, its wood splintery. Its windows are multicoloured, assembled from pieces of bottleglass. Above, a windmill churns.

     

  490. …fell into the dragon’s heart. The big fucking beast roared,a final gout of flame exploding outward. It thunderously coiled to the ground.

     

  491. …as it shriveled, spiraling towards the scorched ground, trailing ashes. His sword outstretched,pulled to earth by his heavy armor,Leon…

     

  492. The howling flames licked at the low, purple clouds shot with ethereal jags of greenish lightning. Leon pushed off as his griffin…

     

  493. The mother sea, womb of deeps thrashes about, anguish shot through her salinity like red algae, as her children fill her with death.

     

  494. Arrows of language pierced its metaphysical armor and it retaliated with a battery of bad metaphors. Simile surged and grammar broke.

     

  495. Existence split into a myriad of sights,the collective insect sits chirruping in the throne room, visions marching across its compound eyes.

     

  496. Its testicles swung to and fro in the midday heat,giant,clung to by large beads of sweat. The size of melons, they smacked against its legs

     

  497. Its carapace is burnished bronze overlaid with leaves of gold. Its eyes are ruby studded emeraldite facets. It is eating an aluminum can.

     

  498. A barbed wire fence, broken and tangled, runs through the estate; the cows roam free, as they have for thirty years, by the crushed cottage

     

  499. I once argued that all genres qualified as science fiction. That didn’t go well.

     

  500. These women, at ubiquitious bus stops, clutching the hand of a toddler, with windswept hair, lined faces,either running from or to something

     

  501. We wouldn’t have Murphy’s Law if the man didn’t think up the dadblasted thing!

     

  502. The plainstown of Saint Trachetomy sat in relative peace for decades until the western savages found a means of crossing the mountains.

     

  503. A tug. The reel clicked as he rotated it,drawing in the almost invisible line.Yes! The starship sparkled when he drew it out of the cosmos.

     

  504. He spooned the malarkey from the jar and spread it on his bread. He poured the balderdash from the pitcher into his cup. He sat down to eat.

     

  505. The city is like a pincushion lit from inside. The skyscrapers crawl with glitterati and the skies in between flit with decadent thopters.

     

  506. Threefold it came rushing through the forest, startling leaves who burst from the branches into full flight and obscured the sun.

     

  507. The sight of him sent shivers down her spine to her toes. She felt like swooning. Raising a wrist to her forehead she did swoon, buckling.

     

  508. The book was the Cacaklhouas’s Lebor Gabála Érenn. Their lands bloomed oh so fertile because it is annually watered with national blood.

     

  509. Spray paint decorates the flanks of the beasts. They are a moving wall, constantly treading northwest to a tune of clanking chain and drums

     

  510. The road resists decay. The weeds fail to find a crack. The vines that scrabble across it cannot adhere. It stretches to the horizon, grey.

     

  511. The rat traverses the maze of gutters, hungrily seeking its sustenance, while above, a man performs a seance with a woman and her son.

     

  512. The entire structure is bamboo lashed with the ligaments of monkeys hunted in the surrounding forest. It towers and houses the king’s whores

     

  513. The city lies on a kilometer wide stone hurtling through a chasm. Legend sings of God dropping a pebble down a well. A man prophesies doom.

     

  514. The canoes carved from the bones of giant oliphants arrow across the dead river, rowed by painted warriors carrying poison tipped spears

     

  515. The hills spread out like green eggshell foam. Atop each is a single two-story house with goats and a warm light shining at night.

     

  516. my thoughts are stained glass panels, a mosiac of color and form in flux but the light that shines through doesn’t illuminate a holy place

     

  517. @rehabc Infinite novel… it appeals! It would be a great label, if labels are needed, for what I’m doing here. Thank you

     

  518. Radio existence in complete isolation tuning the crackle of AM/FM stations in derelict shacks across the coast, to which u walk over mounts

     

  519. Leaky surges of plasm gobbing glutinous through the pointillist surface of the planet to burst in the atmosphere a million little cultures

     

  520. Paper lanterns bob from the rafters stirred by the breeze wafting through a crumbled wall. Dust covers everything, even the priest.

     

  521. Sheathed in duo-color rubber the woman slinks with a horde of skunks. She vomits inside her mask. “Nothing can keep the smell out!”

     

  522. The plans of men have turned to dust, the years crumbling their buildings, eroding the soul of History. A crow caws in the dry wind.

     

  523. The local news reports falling stars;celebrities tumbling out of a high rise building. They are mourned more than the children they fell on

     

  524. The colossus lumbers, the forest a carpet under its feet, the buildings of men mere anthills. A man climbs the shaggy hide’s rocking gait.

     

  525. A woman speaks softly to a man. They stand in the pool of light on the streetcorner. A dump truck whistles by, agitating the City’s filth.

     

  526. The pieces fell softly, scorching the sky. The world watched, rapt.Their moon was disintegrating,crumbling like old cheese. The oceans raged

     

  527. I find facebook users with a massive amount of photos and click on each photo rapidly,until it is a strobe of images, smiles, postures, life

     

  528. The heads are in rows of earth like so many cabbages; he goes about plucking them one by one, brushing the dirt off: “Good luck, good luck!”

     

  529. loves when it’s raining but doesn’t look like it’s raining and everything green seems highlighted and the leaves twitch,the scene flickering

     

  530. With the pre-requisite forms stamped, signed, notarized, scanned, licked, sniffed, he was finally admitted into Documents Incorporated

     

  531. http://twitpic.com/eggz9 – My favorite kind of day, limned with cotton candy colors amid the purple morning thunderheads

     

  532. …them and they’re friends with you. Looking at their smiles, you wonder about this unfathomable bond shared, as easily broken as connected

     

  533. …So you go, ooh ahh at all the right places, and chew your dinner slowly, wondering why it’s that you’re friends with…

     

  534. …her husband, say look at how wonderful he treats me! further deluding herself to her secret doubts, what others are really thinking…

     

  535. They invite you over; he wants an audience to ooh, ahh at his artistic achievements around the house, she wants to showcase…

     

  536. He existed within a pinball trajectory, rising and falling through life in a series of collisions that either lit up his life or sank him

     

  537. I am standing in a line, a line of myself shrinking to the horizon front and back, in parcels of Time. Your existence is a worm in reality

     

  538. @mahafreed RT #FAIL When I saw the pictures, it made me queasy. But then we wouldnt be the world if we didnt have people like that

     

  539. @mahafreed I love the tarot!It’s so freakishly ambiguous. I can derive multiple meanings from a single reading, and most of them fit reality

     

  540. @deafmaestro I’m an one man million monkey machine and what I churn out ain’t Shakespeare but the Book of Unintelligible

     

  541. @deafmaestro http://twitpic.com/eb9zn – not my bullshit!

     

  542. The picture looks normal enough, but if you look at it from the corner of your eyes slant-wise, it becomes grotesque, gains a nimbus of evil

     

  543. “That there is a badly tuned guitar!” someone cried, and the guitarist just grinned and said “I’ll make the devil croon like an angel!”

     

  544. Ninja farts are my forte, said Chubbs munching on a greasy burger, you know, silent and deadly, everywhere and nowhere at once.

     

  545. @deafmaestro I wish I were a Mentat. I’ve long since realized any medium of retaining information is ephermal at most.

     

  546. knows his next project: he’s going to try to conjure a dragonfruit plant using the fruit he got from a chance encounter in a Chinese market

     

  547. RT @deafmaestro UNINTELLIGIBLE? This warms the cockles of me heart. Think of me of an infinite number of monkeys beating on typewriters.

     

  548. #journal feet slurping salt wet floor, buttocks acrobatic Yes oh yes burst of motion and all throbs into life once more.

     

  549. #journal incandescent moment of frozen constellation of sweet beads rainbowing from frothy foreheads and shimmyshiver arms, mouths gasping..

     

  550. #journal His fingers strangled a madman’s melody from the stratocoaster’s tortured neck.

     

  551. #journal a baby (he tried to fit but recoiled at the strong infantile urges), teetered at the brink of death as a geriatric alone in his bed

     

  552. #journal ritual of the robin, the hungry shard of cockroach in a pile of refuse, a boy running through the street, a woman showering, and…

     

  553. #journal At first he possessed single entities; rushing through the streets a feral dog, engaging in the astonishingly intricate mating…

     

  554. #journal TELEPOSSESSION overlayture of psyche onto others, like grapplers gripping, grabbing thoughts, silencing, enroaching…

     

  555. #journal He swam through Time, ejaculating left and right. When his future children caught up with him, they looked like him.

     

  556. #journal Inside he was a wisp of a man,mad blue eyes peering with clarity over a white beard that fanned along his torso,tumbling in the air

     

  557. #journal he had sat in the void, an intergalactic Buddha hurtling in a tapestry of stars

     

  558. #journal trailing a garland of tin cans bubbling gently in the drag. “Where did you get your oxygen?” I synthesized it from water.

     

  559. In honor of my journal I will post the readables. Used to be I can remember where when I wrote it, but a stranger stares back from its pages

     

  560. http://twitpic.com/eay8t – Imagine my pain when I found this in the washing machine. My journal, laundered! Everything is half intelligible

     

  561. Bullets blessed with holy water and etched with crosses hammer across the strait, met by bullets charmed with black magic and evil runes

     

  562. The children, veins buzzing with sugar and caffeine, bounce off the walls like hyperactive superpowered chipmunks on drugs.

     

  563. Karma doesn’t let too much of a good thing accumulate. A good deed must be counterbalanced by a fuck up, intentional or otherwise.

     

  564. @mahafreed I am a minimum wage laborer in a company whose policies pretty much goes against most of my values but treats me well: iHypocrite

     

  565. @mahafreed RT from where do people get so much spit to spit all day? betel nut! (I’m still new to replying)

     

  566. @mahafreed betel nut!

     

  567. “If you court death, your luck will increase.” “What?” “You know, drive without a seat belt, ignore the three second rule.” ”

     

  568. Cauterized hearts crunched underfoot,Agent Lem Atomovich tugging his collar close. For a place blazingt hot not long ago it was fucking cold

     

  569. I am bereft, the man said, weeping morosely, great big fat droplets glutinous down his great big fat cheeks. I am bereft.

     

  570. God walked into a charnel house and said, This is nothing new. Looks like my workshop back home.

     

  571. His secret tendrils unfurled, stiffening as he gazed upon her secret tendrils, exposed in the blazing heat of the bubbling sea-foam chimney.

     

  572. When things go against her grain, she’s biting,vindictive,and all kinds of nasty adjectives,but when she’s in the groove,her hugs are heaven

     

  573. The train leaves behind a serpentine exhaust of blue orgone as it crawls through the valleys and mountains of what used to be West Virginia.

     

  574. The incandescent squid extended its tentacles and squeezed its suckers onto the skyscraper, slowly pulling itself up the groaning building

     

  575. Hell on Skates:the hellarious icecapade of two demons on the lam, hunted by angel and devil alike,across the shattered floes of Antarctica.

     

  576. Nothing changes except the trappings of culture; under the slowly evolving customs,the archetypes of human nature glows in constant contrast

     

  577. The ship left a vapor trail in the vacuum. It did not dissipate, but for eons evolved into an ecosystem that bloomed along many lightyears.

     

  578. He wormed in his fist and took out his own bones one by one, replacing them with splintery rods. It’d have to do, til the bones mended.

     

  579. He learned self control at age six,realizing the desire for things for what it really was: phantasms of the mind,his body’s need for stimuli

     

  580. The rain makes things implausible and what clouds that can be seen adopts an evil yellow tinge hinting at hailstones and voracious vortexes.

     

  581. A smell of cigarettes triggers a memory of a hundred nights, lungs seared, intoxication fogging the air like horrible cinematography.

     

  582. Who is this laughing person? The faded photograf shows his smile confident, eager for Life. He has no idea his world is about to turn to ash

     

  583. I’m wearing mostly grey today,and my hair’s getting a bit long so when I spiff it up, it curls into a weird little horn.So, call me da Rhino

     

  584. Blitherin’ blatherskite!

     

  585. Reduce, the mathemathicans told the madmen, who retaliated by multiplying.

     

  586. Lady Destiny broke a branch.

     

  587. Smothered in lycopene the lycan wishes not to cross any more skunks.

     

  588. The internet is hostaged, its denizens virtually trapped, firewalled from all domains. What’s going on? they ask empty chatrooms, silent ims

     

  589. All the mojo’s drained from me, pissed away, leaving behind a husk of skin skeining away, a papery rustle in a hot wind and a smell of dust.

     

  590. Sliced in half by a lightning bolt, blasted to ash in a plasma furnance, ionized during a pass in a miniature nuclear reactor.

     

  591. A coalition of animals, upset that all the cool animals were having viruses named after them, conferred loudly about getting their due.

     

  592. The peoples are decrepit in their mud hovels of shattered technology. They mutter prayers to the atom at night and wake to a song of despair

     

  593. The catacombs are easily accessible by children attracted to noise of playing kids, and that’s why so many children die and become ghosts.

     

  594. RAT-TAT-TAT! “Honey..?” RAT-TAT-TAT! “Yes?” RAT-TAT-TAT! “Will-RAT-TAT-TAT-you marry me?” “Oh-RAT-TAT-TAT-yes!” RAT-TAT-TATions!

     

  595. Dark trance pulsed through the swamplight lit streets amid ultraviolet chords of clashing bands; A dog is blasted dead in the gutter.

     

  596. The puffs of the field burst into hundreds of little puffs who leap and laugh through the wildflower from the carcasses of their progenitors

     

  597. His hand was a claw, green condensation streaming from the fingers, slowly pushing through the molasses reality had become.

     

  598. Steps of stone, ladders of pine, stairwhorls of iron, beaten earth ramps, concrete walks, creaking rubber runways: they are carriers of men.

     

  599. His ribcage burst open in a flash of pulsing flesh. “My heart’s been stolen,” he cried as the she-vampire sank her teeth in his meat.

     

  600. It is the ruin of Anna Lively, sad roundabout in that river of rambles, passing the rushes of history, with the leaves of Time in her wake.

     

  601. He noticed the zombies didn’t lose their ambulatory ability nor their mental facilities. Death was immortality. He drank the poison.

     

  602. The slithy slugs slid The hoppy hogs hid

     

  603. Trashcan children rushed through the dregs chasing rampant roaches and rowdy rats.The old men peered perfunctorily over their purple pipes.

     

  604. a massive garbage whirlpool the size of an continent swarming with scattered, self-contained ecosystems, in constant flux.

     

  605. A liquid snake bubbling, frothing through the air, wavering tentatively from the brook, dropping pieces of itself, thirsty rabbits gathering

     

  606. He did a jig likewise with a twist and grind, a slambop mad slide stuttering steps slow and groovy stop motion fluidity

     

  607. @deafmaestro Thanks for the lyrics, and yes, it’s annoying as fuck, but hey if not for that, you wudnt have anything to talk abt, huh? ha

     

  608. @deafmaestro I bet you David had a major in sex…

     

  609. wishes he were unemployed, or a journalist like @mahafreed

     

  610. The farmer said I’m too fucking lazy to mow and set out the goats.

     

  611. We have constructed for ourselves, through milennia of evolutionary adaptation, a virtual reality chamber. Medium: electricity, comm: photon

     

  612. The ZENO’S ARROW hung in space, buoyed by sub-atomic froth,before slinking queasily into the interstices of unreality that divided universes

     

  613. The smug self satisfaction of being privy to particular inner circles, of an importance imbued by the simple statement of “I know them.”

     

  614. The chainlink fence that runs along Quarter Mile Blvd is studded indiscriminately with skulls. Birds lend motion to these, picking at bone

     

  615. Secrets leak from my footsteps, and as I turn back to see my tread, it’s a wonder I still have secrets.

     

  616. He unzipped his soulsuit and stepped out, surveying his closet. It stretched out to infinity. Hmm. What to wear, what to wear this eternity?

     

  617. @HolyGod Satan will, once You start playing Job with them. He’s a betting man, and just how strong is Your faith in Your followers?

     

  618. The cathedral bears an impressive silhouette against the sunset, holy and majestic despite the devastation. Transients curl up on her pews.

     

  619. The giant lily pads were dredged from the brack to be sewn together into slick gondolas. Sinewy men pulled and prodded, plying their craft.

     

  620. He ran, windmilling madly, not daring to look back, not daring to stop, despite his burning lungs, close to noodly legs,his vanishing vision

     

  621. The lives scatter, swarming from between your fingers like cold, chitinous beetles. Who am I? you ask, watching pieces of yourself disappear

     

  622. is sucking yerba mate up da bombilla.

     

  623. She is a visual mimetic, with the ability to instantaneously absorb and emulate any physcial movement.

     

  624. A new blog post, dredged from an old post attempt, by yours truly down at http://bit.ly/2uJcaN

     

  625. He unplugged his ear and put it on the table. He unscrewed the cap concealed by the ear. He picked up his new bottle of BRAIN JUICE!

     

  626. My dog was using a terra cotta pot as a pillow. I made a noise and in her startlement she removed her head, thus depriving me of a photo op

     

  627. Scherewaldia. Ghokalharma. Behoboko. Ygnashska. Ichomino. Lahjaka. Ubocimane. Muzabalka. Hahaharachwa. Jeggloello. Dachaghanka. Zazochima.

     

  628. Nursing the disintegrated soul the turncoat pirate nudged carefully into the asteroid field with her ship, the Slipstream Dream.

     

  629. You stare slack-jawed at the river of fire that comes out of the night to drown your homes in a snarl of sparks.

     

  630. The volcano erupted, obliterating the villages that dotted its gentle slope

     

  631. A foam of light falls from its mouth in tapioca droplets. Chroma flickers. You are taken aback, this is LANGUAGE? A whisper of color.

     

  632. I might change my mind later, but I want the cold. I want to go to work in the dark and come out when it’s dark. I want to see my breath

     

  633. The neon bark of trees rivuleted with incandescent ants and their smoldering prey inching through the sparking leaves and clanging nuts.

     

  634. When the aliens poured from the blotted skies like a swarm of hornets, humanity rose on furious trails of flame. For days ashes hid the sun

     

  635. The stuffed dolls fell from their shelves and capered through the aisles, button eyes and velvet mouths goggling qrotesquely.

     

  636. The fish fighters batter against the barrier. Go go go! roars the crowd, mad with bloodlust. The fish charge and the water clouds crimson.

     

  637. To lovers lost in a mythology of romance… their fall, which fissures in tears and jags of anger, is especially painful to watch.

     

  638. The bastards crawl on the ground, blind. Having been just born they ate their fathers for their first meal, as mother looks on, teary-eyed.

     

  639. The blind men move about with a rudimentary echolocation, screeching here and then. Their primary sustenance is the eel fish in cold river

     

  640. The candy of choice for lunatics and madmen alike. It’s just not a candy bar, it’s a fucking way of life. When you’re on edge: Psychocolate

     

  641. My wife is a beautiful creature in the morning, sprawled deshabille on the bed, her lips drawn up in a puckish pout. She crushes me to her.

     

  642. Zow the llamas came cascading down the dunes knobby fuckers they are, spit getting into everyone’s eyes, and the men riding just laugh ha ha

     

  643. It was ensconsed in a strange gelatinous mass that resembled a jellybean and smelt of formic acid. After it was cleaned,it glistened cruelly

     

  644. Jimmy had gone ballistic. That’s the kind of thing that happened when you were holding on for dear life when a Tomahawk missile launched.

     

  645. The note fell oh so slowly, reverberating into a thousand translucent shards of teary sweetness; it emptied slowly into the air.

     

  646. The colossus lumbers, and a crow alights from its eyebrow. It soars up, up, up, the colossus shrinking, a mere flea on a plain of fur.

     

  647. “I just can’t stop.” She brushed the hair from her eyes and prettily put on a sad smile. “I’ve got a city of monkeys on my back.”

     

  648. A line of drool suddenly appeared on his chin. “I seem to have lost my spoon,” he said. So he had.

     

  649. So it was, a hurtle along the spine of the great serpent Ouroboros crashing through the yugas, circumferencing time! The professor flickered

     

  650. From everywhere, a voice: “A hurtle along the spine of the great serpent Ouroboros crashing through the yugas, circumferencing time!” ”

     

  651. as the one you hold in your hand! Hold on sir, let me check… My God, it is!” “How is that possible?!” Cried the professor of archaeology.

     

  652. “But sir, this portable carbon dating gadget shows the spoon to be as old as the site! In fact, sir, it appears to be the exactly same one..

     

  653. A digger has found something. It is a plastic spoon. “A fucking spoon!? We come here to find it already contaminated!”

     

  654. At a dig in what used to be ancient Sumeria, the archaeologist eats cheap soup with a plastic spoon when a cry comes from the dig.

     

  655. The bells of heck peal So what demons look up From forges of haha and heh heh To behold the fires of heck Snuffed by the toilets of

     

  656. There are no stars above. The shipyards are lit by luminous civilizations that trawl deep under the alcohol seas. Orgone tugboats steam by.

     

  657. “It’s merely an affectation.” He pulled off the eye patch with the skull insignia. “I don’t have to wear it,” he said, his single eye bright

     

  658. ACME is steadily going out of business,the majority of its consumers gone over to digital 3D:”What the hell do we do with all these anvils?”

     

  659. I’ve been told I talk a lot of pretty, but offer no real sustenance, like a sugary confection. I’m inclined to agree, so disregard sagacity

     

  660. Skeletons taut with translucent flesh and studded with jewels slowly changing color, the fish stalk sea turtles where the water is green.

     

  661. When it bursts open, the pixies enclosed within the missile housing spread out in a cloud and turn all flesh to blood n bone: Fey Warfare.

     

  662. He wanted to die when he ran into enemy fire, but when they just caught him, fingering their knives, he begged to be let alive.

     

  663. They shake and burst into particles that swirl around you, get into your lungs. A child goes “Eew, I don’t like breathing people!”

     

  664. involuntarily affording to my work and family schedule. By December I believe I’ll go quite mad. RT @mahafreed 🙂 polyphasic ?

     

  665. http://twitpic.com/daofm – The Big Kahuna rides again. A word to the wise, Cap’n Ahab, buddy, love thy enemy.

     

  666. is a jackass of all trades and master of none.

     

  667. Its glittering arc terminates at the beachfront. With a cry people pull open the drapes,stumble out of cars, for they felt it.Felt it scream

     

  668. The cantankerous engine bellowed its outrage at being forced to labor up a sheer slope: “I know I fucking can, I just don’t effing want to!”

     

  669. First Quality Vitreous China

     

  670. The eternal slumber of stone, these creatures exist in suspended animation, their majesty mere novelty for the patter of children feet

     

  671. A flock of doves whitens the charcoal sky. A thousand cracks of doom and they all spiral to earth on red streamers.

     

  672. http://twitpic.com/dab5s – A pouncing pig, a dashing dog, a chasing cock, what do you know I just rode a carousel.

     

  673. The pines soar, spreading their canopies over a world of rust and bones.Nature runs laughing across the massive bed of needles. A wind stirs

     

  674. Lizard men crawl on decaying high rise buildings captured by kudzu. Lion dogs track their movements from husks of libraries.A sound of water

     

  675. A giant patchwork rug covers all vistas. You hurtle in the sky, an human comet.The rug looms, closer. Which patchy story will you fall into?

     

  676. An intersection in the wasteland, piled high with dust, is populated by alien geometries. Scurrying across these are radiant cockroaches.

     

  677. Two purple ribbons. One pink wrapped package. One pink envelope with a princess of a card inside. Four signatures. Someone’s birthday. Today

     

  678. Chimue unfolded her umbrella and went out the door into radiant sunlight. “It’s raining photons, baby.”

     

  679. My heartbeat fills the world and stars crash into my vision. My stomach discovers zero gravity. An earthquake from the center of all things.

     

  680. Greenygold the man with the redblue glasses moved. His tongue flickered silver across vermilion lips in the purple twilight.

     

  681. Multi-coloured gatos scat as the flames rhumba on the top of the hill, field mice with raggedy suitcases flocking in droves from the fields

     

  682. Zangerous zygote zig zags asszounding zeruchum zevellate zeraphinium zreasing zreaking zrazz! Zis zumtin zeaf zelk zhunow.

     

  683. From afar the elephant thick steel girders that criss-cross the chasm are like silvery spider webs. Daredevils in hang gliders soar between.

     

  684. The cybernetic Ahab stands rusted to the deck of his ship, locked servos straining towards the great white beast turning over in the surf.

     

  685. Kansas City gangsters shot into a crowd and hit a toddler and the man holding her. Both are in the hospital and he refuses to press charges

     

  686. http://twitpic.com/d9h16 – I’m very tired…

     

  687. Hey! This here is Cranky Jo and how are you doing today, kids? Hahaha! I’m good as ever,RAT-TAT-TAT,sorry about that kids, I’m slightly busy

     

  688. The crone is strapped to the blind giant’s back, and her golden lyre, high and sweet, directs his movement as he climbs the sheer cliff face

     

  689. The milky blue men leak ribbons of light that twist around objects, cyanosing them until the men turn glassy, distorting the world seen thru

     

  690. We are the ground on which you play out your tragicomedies, we are the air you stir with outbursts of love and hate. WE ARE YOU.

     

  691. Clang, clang, clang, and amid sparks, they marched on, pots on heads, trailing a pungent smell. It’s time! they cried. It’s time!

     

  692. @mahafreed http://twitpic.com/cubjj – The rock under the chin perpetuates the leonine illusion. Great picture!

     

  693. The heat beats down, a cicada buzzing against the brainpan: your limbs are like molten rock limned by a high contrast white glare

     

  694. http://twitpic.com/d7czs – Time at rest…

     

  695. A titanium band, brass in the golden light, beat out silvery tunes to the rattle of copper coins in iridium plated stainless steel buckets

     

  696. A smell of rubber permeates the waiting room, overpowering that of day-old coffee. Sunlight blinds you through the plate glass windows.

     

  697. Soul shields flickering in full radiance, psychic combat is imminent across reality’s infinite vistas… Pop a pill rife with metaphysics.

     

  698. I’ve never been spoken to telepathically by a fly, he said to it. I can see why you picked me, but this does cast some doubt upon my sanity

     

  699. We are the bones of your world, the flesh of your dreams; we are everything you are and without you we are nothing.

     

  700. We are the dust of dreams crept into your skulls, summoned by the animal longing that exists within. We are the moans you utter, asleep.

     

  701. We are rags of stories drifting through an inchoate mind like scraps of light on a forest floor as the capricious winds rage at lost dreams

     

  702. Desperately neuter it gnaws its genitals off even as it regenerates and perpetuates the species only by means of extreme, violent coercion

     

  703. Sweet creeping Jeezbus, the skeleton started pulling itself upright through its grave, struggling, its unhinged jaw sticking in the mud.

     

  704. Want to chain myself to an anchor to be hurled into the seas of slumber where fishygots dart after flotsam of memories and scraps of fiction

     

  705. Danger Jones stands on roof’s edge. Sirens liven the scene below. A tattoo of gunfire. Explosions roseate. Death in the air. She steps off.

     

  706. Ours is a schizophrenic culture, talking to ourselves on the out and about as we walk with a glazed gaze, mumbling at the fucking hands free

     

  707. Interesting tidbit: at age seven my wife shanghaied a pair of Hell’s Angels into playing students to her schoolmistress. “You’ve been bad!”

     

  708. …Oh yeah,