I sur do luv dem post it notes i gots in the mail today!
I could writ notes on dem and stuff...

by lenny bellows | 19:56

I keep the strong ones in the large box near the bathroom door. There is a
strong combination lock that fastens the latch. The latch is crusted with
rust, but it still is strong enough to do the job. The room is kept in darkness.
The only sound that penetrates the heavy silence is an occasional shrieking
of a bird of prey from the outdoors.

Miles likes to play with the kittens in the living room. Every so often he gives a
nervous glance in the direction of the bedroom. He makes sure to be as quiet as
possible. His throat does not make a sound. Then again, he has no vocal chords.

That was the way I found him five years ago. He was a singer in a rock and roll band.
They were not very good, partly because Miles could only jump around on the stage
and shake his head back and forth.

I watch him from my van by way of the video hook-up that monitors the house.

I would keep Miles in a box as well, but I have grown quite fond of him.
He makes me laugh.

by lenny bellows | 19:49

II wunder iff Belloes reci himm boc o' post-IT notes --
RZA bouncing off blacklit

walls

by lou dallas | 19:47

Wellll....

I'm Billy Satan and I'm here to say!

I garble up the finger kings
in every single way!

Back! Back! Back!

Massive krill attack!!

Trip! Trap! Tripe!

CANADIAN FINGER GOAT KNIFE!!!!!

by lou dallas | 20:47

Mouths worming their teeth
in ugly patterns of
slick hate and panic slurry.

by lenny bellows | 15:20

by lou dallas | 14:06

There are fleeting glances at the wall clock-
you are afraid of
being late --- that particular growth of atomic relationships
is important to your sense of worth.

So your ether awareness is thin --- daydreams of
Sarte coffee shop conversations scribbled on your
bathroom wall --- your five your old son knows that
existence is meaningless without the context of
disillusionment.

You feel the air as a heavy Moby space blanket. You thank the
tears on your conscience --- and fantasize about saline content levels and
chemical interactions on your face.

Vision is deceptive. It creaks and withers under the barrage of staring
strangers. You see their outline and the chaotic form in between.

It is dissolving --- the fear, the hate --- the opposites in their nicely tucked
Hallmark categories --- though the connections are growing but the context
cannot be defined. You like the new fashion of Spanish pin-up bras and
the lacey finery being displayed by middle aged fat fast food women.

Why is fabric? And why do the scenes of allegory cascade?
There is no sleep or awakening. None.

by lenny bellows | 13:40

"I didn't do anything! Really. I want my lawyer. Oh, we don't have lawyers
in Pakistan? Or, do you mean, I have no RIGHT to have one?"

by lenny bellows | 09:07

by lou dallas | 08:04

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armour
Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground

Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted,
They quietly understand
Once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready,
But wonder why the fight is on

But they're all bold as love, yes, they're all bold as love
Yeah, they're all bold as love
Just ask the axis

My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and
ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I'm trying to say it's frigthened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, eh,
Giving my life to a rainbow like you
But, I'm eh , yeah, I'm bold as love
Yeah, yeah
Well I'm bold, bold as love (hear me talking, girl)
I'm bold as love
Just ask the axis (he knows everything)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

by lou dallas | 21:30

"Christians are bound to obey the government (Matthew 22:21 and parallels; Romans 13:4; 1 Peter 2:13-14), even an unjust and unrighteous government, as long as it does not attempt to force them to disobey God."



by lou dallas | 16:19

my son frightens me
he worships bryan timmins
the unwashed run scared

by Kurt | 11:14

(0)_(o)

by lou dallas | 18:33

by lenny bellows | 21:35

ruling finger drama
io fields zulu
make your coin
son or get made, with "Eric Estrada", she
said, "So I descended from the first enclosure
down to the second circle, that which girdles
less space but grief more great, that goads to weeping.

There dreadful Minos stands, gnashing his teeth:
examining the sins of those who enter,
he judges and assigns as his tail twines.

I mean that when the spirit born to evil
appears before him, it confesses all;
and he, the connoisseur of sin, can tell

the depth in hell appropriate to it;
as many times as Minos wraps his tail
around himself, that marks the sinner's level."


by lou dallas | 18:08

"Balls", Tony putts out, giving Juice the Texan Flip.
"Make it a good one!", from the top.

Trout bangers have walked this way
before, as their entire mode took
a hit in the early venom.

When they climbed on the Fords,
you thought the pounding was going
to shake up nesting areas.

Those Texan espresso barons
sleep in for the relief, not the shadows, goat
tequila and sun; with tentacles you bribe them, reader,
dear venom.

Plastic animals
are the going rage in
Temecula tract pattern uprisings
con.

Red Panda cub.

by lou dallas | 17:19