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HEADlines - ONE FROM THE ANNALS: lou dallas - YOU GUYS FUCKING ROCK!!: lou dallas - Smelyakawfulytheuhapocalypse: lou dallas - I have the feeling: lenny bellows - I have the feeling: lenny bellows - Nu Blawg: lou dallas - semper fi streetkilr : lou dallas |
2.15.2002
on march 9th, a seance for slappy in the tree-soaked morn
Splappy Fern born: May 20, 1926 died: September 6, 2000 R.I.P. Friend \ / o ^ ONE FROM THE ANNALS 20011129
FATWEH Episode 1 Scene 1 Chelsea walks in to the living room of Ronny's (the fat cop) living room. She is wearing nothing but a long, worn out N.Y. Jets t-shirt. Chelsea "Hey Ronny, why don't we get a pizza and a video tonight? Stay in, you know, cuddle. laughtrack Ronny "That sounds great Chels. Tell you what, you pick the video and I'll pick the pizza." Chelsea "As long is there is not too much meat on it. I get gas." laughtrack Ronny "I'll leave out the beef, if you leave of the the romance movies." Chelsea "But Ronnnny, they go together so well!" They both smile and clutch at each other. posted by lenny bellows at 21:18 YOU GUYS FUCKING ROCK!! - Robert Goulet
 
 Smelyakawfulytheuhapocalypse Manm io pre, fio u y trik Red dream kid chit, kuol ruum oi geeky Moe drum oi - jiggy hitcher roma cla porches haxche. I have the feeling Steamin' with the Miles Davis Quintet
thinkin' about downtown and burning estrogen gonna play paint ball war tomorrow morning in the hilly dales and treey hillocks of Forest Ranch gonna hunt me some in wait I shall spring spraying red vengeance I likee the new set-ups here Hello to my Japanese friends They know who they are and for those viscous corn-eaters in nashville pray for Waylon and hang with Willy the Lord Lemur knows no difference I have the feeling  and thus, i prepare to fly
to the land of minnie pearl. the grand ole opry is the place you (i) need to be so i'm loading up the plane and flyin' to nashville tennessee smokey mountains, that is ned beatty...gay sodomy... i shall return in a fortnight with tales of southern ribaldry ta. 2.14.2002
Nu Blawg Me uhm likey yes, oh gosh!
Gosh G whiz (hey, a dark one busting?) an' such! Jeepers! Oh Billy! Guauolt! My homey Lenny Bellows came through with a gang of Tanqueray And a fat ass J, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke Shit, this ain't no joke I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down Tanqueray and chronic, yeah I'm fucked up now But it ain't no stoppin, I'm still poppin Bellows got some bitches from the city of Compton To serve me, not with a cherry on top Cause when I bust my nut, I'm raisin' up off the cot Don't get upset girl, that's just how it goes I don't love you hoes, I'm out the do' And I'll be... loudallassigning AUPHsemper fi streetkilr  and semper fi streetkilr adds:
the guy from St Pete was a whimp...kinda was turned down from a grrl in Carolina (Carolina) she refused him a dance, he gave up on romance so wouldn't date her for all the vagina (in China) mmmm Chelsea likes the buffet! There once was a dude from Durango,
He looked awful cool in his Kanga, But when he was drunk, And got in a funk, You can imagine. 2.13.2002
Chanted With Spiritual State of Rum in order to
seethe with proper diction: (like a monk in Iberia 400 years ago) There once was a gringo from St. Pete Whose dick was so hard it was neat When he went to the john You knew it wouldn't be long Until he returned with beat meat! hee hee hee Gonzo Anthropology
traveled to little known outpost on the Island Chain of Mowi in the South Pacific brought electric generators, CD players with booming speakers, and CD's from Pink Floyd, Deep Purple, Lemur, and Barney took strange psychedlic drugs with the tree dwellers on the most remote island --- sat and groped and touched naked fingertips together with shouts of "were big as two balloons!!!" missed parley after late night and wound up puking seeds and sand fish into palm frond depression told chief "one of these days I'm going to cut you into little..." most of the branches were sturdy but there was this one --- middle of a trip at midnight on back staring up at the Southern Cross --- broke with a loud crack and tumbling, screaming, laughing, fall onto pig nest escaped after two weeks by putting Barney on volume eleven "Oh boy" stole sturdy canoe while they sang about little boys and muffins Ammar Abadah Nasser al-Wa'eli
Shuhour Abdullah Mukbil al-Sabri Samir Abduh Sa'id al-Maktawi Abu Nasr al-Tunisi Abu Mu'az al-Jeddawi Riyadh Shikawi Aka Shakawi Amin Saad Muhammad al-Zumari Look, I gotta confess. I have been home alone between the hour of 5pm and 730pm
the last few days, with Tak in tow, turning off the lights, lighting candles, and listening to THE WALL. Both discs. And I dance. I mean I just get my arms out and my head going... fuck! My monkey's blister goes pop-pop-pop-pop!! Now when the day goes to sleep and the full moon
looks And the night is so black that the darkness cooks And you come creeping around, making me do things I don't want to do Can't believe that she needs my love so bad Come sneaking around, trying to drive me mad Busting in all my dreams, making me see things I don't want to see 'Cause you're the Green Manalishi with the two-pronged crown All night dragging us up, or you're bringing us down Just taking my love, and slip away Leaving me here, trying to keep from following you (The Judas Priest rewrite of the Fleetwood Mac original, of course...) Heye,
I done put up the coin for MAXIPROEXPLOSIONALQUEDAGONZOTRON version of Blogger thru this disappointing here service yo, dunno mon, get a merchant account mon", he said, chiming the chime ding softly for kittens and sheep. so lemme see howz a dis he'ya werka ya know", he said rapidly in Alabama old dude twang", she said, grabbing the ceiling ropes and slowly descending to my bursting shaft of bloodstick, kittens singing arm in arm, fucking up the words on "Green Manalishi". "Hit me with the good foot." - JB Schnickety-schnoo...
2.12.2002
An old broadcasting diction drill...
... remember to speak clearly and project your voice. What to do to die today at a minute or two to two a thing distinctly hard to say yet harder still to do For they'll beat a tattoo at twenty to two a rat-tat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat tat-tat-too And the monkey will come when he hears the drum and then this drill will be through. ***** "Waking naked" Waking naked hardwood floor acid, bile and stomach lining living on a hill I could see for miles and miles and miles Naked, waking walking city streets tired eyes, glass in my feet and no alibies Living under a bridge I saw a road that just kept going... Awake. naked beside myself blood dried and desperate Living trapped warm and well fed I grow tired again 2.10.2002
"Muse Ran Down the Leg"
long lost voice is alive but as the wired wino sound that rambles and speaks in riddles gutteral steet talk interlaced with foul and greasy diction a torpid command inside of violent baby dream the words are like animal dictionary thrust into womb born aside the mangled scream of "Woo." the tension of sudden ennui dissolving down in spiral evolution lust candies of God barely porn and tent cities of insectoid revelers waiting for the glorious dawn birth! and mucus stoned as the chinchilla in your thoughts
hung as a mama with the paisley spots! |
