And I feel every day of it in my back and my grincheux little soul.
Oh. oh oh oh.
lol.
Hey if you notice you are the 50,000th customer (let's stick with the whore theme with which I set up this blog) let me know in the comment box.
Say you're the one.
Maybe you'll win something.
Or maybe not.
Just think: if we do this twenty more times we'll be a million years old.
But we're going to have to like step up the pace or something because 17.35 more years is too long to blog (with a very conservative estimate based on daily average hits with no increase in traffic that's how long it would take to reach a million).
I plan on being in Iceland talking to glaciers and puffins by then.
And I'm just saying. Free turkish porn, the dirtiest kind. Free Greek porn. Free Turkish thumbs. Free Turkish and Greek porn.
xo B.
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winning something is what i always wanted to win,
& all these lost years yearn for a trophy like gilded gumby poke glittering in its monolithic moonlight,
oh, but 50K :
the whorrid torrent unwash'd gangways of my only laceration, you can have me as i am, torn and tether'd and tramp'd backside to birthride or booth loose for glory hole : meaning eek a peep atta always open & never close the comm cum,
alas as for pornos, i like the pee-pee squattings anda babytalks to soothe my suffers -- if only nevernever had everrefresh'd itself & my sex was never sex'd, i'd be happy like Vulcan logic onna mindmeld morphology,
anywhichways, happiness of birthing daze & breathe much deeply longlong times more than mortality can allow,
everalways,
all ways.
= )
.troy.
Hi Troy.
There is a lot of sexiness in your language.
I just woke up so I can't reckon it all.
But it's a good thing to see first thing.
Priapic = spring I suppose and this is the time of year. Ezra's lil phalloi beginning their tumescence and all...
I swear a bottled ice tea I got out of the fridge got warm from the first floor to the third floor of my house.
Either 1)my house doesn't obey normal physics or 2)I somehow switched bottles between floors while on the phone and didn't realize it or 3)My cold/warm sense is completely fucked up after a few minutes.
This almost sounds like one of Berkeley's fake ass "proofs."
Maybe none of it is real lol.
Most likely the cold tea is sitting somewhere feeling abandoned and furious.
We had a date.
It could almost taste my lips, now all it can think of doing is kicking my ass.
And telling other tea bottles I am a lousy mouth lay.
I visited your blod (I typed blod so I'll leave it) and enjoyed your new productions.
I couldn't post as myself so I posted as anonymous but you'll know it's me cuz i'm talking about toys.
I love that archive site for verbo viz and copy art.
I should have linked to it now I don't know where it is.
I have no mind.
As my momma always says.
Mind the Gap.
Uh huh.
xo B.
yes, the gap must always be mind'd -- otherwise the gaping would escape & massive chasm may fall like gravity with no dropbottom.
something about barefoot inna grass, squish mud tween toes, the lightnin' bugs alight inna humid airy night, my mom got me some groovy white jeans that had ladybugs allover 'em, garanimals clothes also fun to pick out, match the animals & i experienced underoos like towel caped spiderwebs of marketing bounce-house.
ice tea? sometimes hard to find -- out west i was & they goggl'd eyeball roll & sed sorry honey only raspberry, i never knew how easy it was to make tea, too bad i don't have a good additive for it -- i've been snorkel'd on coffee & vodka, orange rockstar juiced 'n vodka is good too, when i'm slummin' i drink those sparks for a buck fifty but low threshhold at max 4 cans, tastes like anti-freeze & hardens the nipple on contact.
i once hadda scary blue pooka, it wood'nt Harvey but small 'n spooky w/ glass eyes in gaze, it was always watching me, i had to banish it to the cluttery depths because after i saw the exorcist i thot the devil would jump in me at any moment.
the exiness of slanguage, finding finer filters for mask fromma masses or simple subculture bonding via noose of youth like nitty-gritty really means something else entirely -- here's some aussie:
Aggers = aggressive
Andy Capp = crap; defecate
Away with the pixies = 1. daydreaming; 2. mentally unsound or
eccentric; 3. not in touch with reality; 4. incapacitated by alcohol
Base over apex = fallen heavily and awkwardly, usually in a forward direction
Berko = angry, in a unreasonable way; like mad; berserk
Crack a tinny = open a can of beer
Doggies danglies = a good thing; essential parts
Enough to give diarrhea the shits = really annoying the hell out of everyone
Garbler mince =. within the next half hour: "I'll be with you in a
garbler mince"
Like a stunned mullet = in complete bewilderment or astonishment
Rugged up = dressed in warm clothes
Stormstick = umbrella
Toffee-nosed = snobbish; pretentious; upper-class
Williams' m.o. is apparent in a recent work titled THE CARTOON DISEASE. Like many of his paintings, it has two subsidiary titles: its SCHOLASTIC DESIGNATION: SATISFACTORY MENTAL HEALTH IS PREDICATED ON THE SELF-DENIAL STANDARD THAT, ABSTRACTION IS ANOMALY AND WHAT A MONKEY SEES IS WHAT A MONKEY WILL DO, HENCE THE LIBERTIES EXPRESSED IN CARTOONS EXPOSE THE SUPPLE MINDS OF CHILDREN TO THE 'CURSE OF THE THREE-FINGERED GLOVE' and its REMEDIAL TITLE: PANTYHOSE & SHORTS NIBBLIN' PULP-PAPER GOONS AREN'T FOR JUNIOR AND SIS. Williams distributes key moments of narrative across the surface of the painting: in an inset image, a boy is scolded by his father for reading a comic; in the central image, thug-like police rush onto the scene as the boy's head explodes, leaving "MR. BUGEYES GOES TO THE FAIR" unread. Splattered across the canvas, the boy's brain is maltreated by a host of evil comic characters: one tempts it to drink, another to drug, one shits on it, and Coochy Cooty (Williams' signature character) pisses on it. These vicious little characters illustrate the fear that comic books have a deleterious effect on the minds of youth. (In the McCarthyite 50s, this fear led to public burnings of comic books and the establishment of a "voluntary" ethical code; in turn, this censure helped to provoke the rise of the comix underground.) While the ethical arguments underlying this fear are complex, by lampooning it Williams argues against censorship and makes a sort of humanitarian assertion as well: people are not mindless automatons in a "monkey see, monkey do" world.
Explanatory Nomenclature: Paint For Me The Picture Of Being Here And There, And At The Same Time Everywhere, While Repairs Are Being Made To Elastic Truths, Rubber Physics And Malleable Cockamamie
Poolroom Title: Garage Surrealism
Goodness gracious, Troy, you are fervid with language...
lol at this...when i'm slummin' i drink those sparks for a buck fifty but low threshhold at max 4 cans, tastes like anti-freeze & hardens the nipple on contact.
I've heard tell of such, but have never seen it.
I shop almost exclusively in dollar stores and liquore stores.
I buy strange things that get remaindered in different parts of the country.
I fetishize the weird packaging concepts.
Like this mango juice in a cartoon I bought..it's so Russian inspired though I think it came from down south.
They get that energy drink RIPIT but my peripheral reading of it always is ARMPIT so I don't want to try it.
I liked your slanguage primer.
There are lots of great phrases in there.
I love Southern language a lot.
I like it when oh who wrote Deepstep Come Shining...C.D. wright...that's it...when she uses that to great effect...all through her body of work.
I like some of her poems and I like that Deepstep book. That might have been Pulitzer material.
But they give the Pulitzer to boring stuff mostly.
IFC runs that documentary on who is that bug eyed nerdy looking guy (he cultivates the look)...gets accused of sexism but his stuff is great...Crumb...
no doubt he'll live forever...all that teen angst shufflealong head down in high school hallways desire and fear is surely eternal, right?
The best part of the documentary is when they return to the terrible run down house where his unfamous but also brilliant (more literate than visual) brother lives and he sits in his dingy bedroomo which probably hasn't changed since he was seventeen and discourses beautifully and with no rancor....
I love those scenes...
Crumb could actually be adopted into the Addams family.
I love the Addams family.
I wish the Japanese would turn them into anime movies...
xo b
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