Look dudes.

I'll be in Vegas from the

3rd - 5th of January.

Partay...

Love my schnoogles. Wish to RAGE...

by lou dallas | 20:50

Ocean surges below where no Man understands
the mindset of the inhabitants and the absolute
displacement of the subaqueous universe, this
perfect surging, crashing animal made of liquid and
other animals (claw) --

"What up, Nigger?"
"Shit dog. I am just chilling!"
"Right...right, I feel ya."
"Yia! Yia!"
Un unison: "Buoyy!!"

Posting it feathered at the Klub
I reached into my cummings
and fished her pussy sweat Potsy memory
in the rollercoaster repair shop bathroom

ON CRACK FOR JESUS

by lou dallas | 20:39

Humble Gods lurking in the Redwoods, midnight --


patterns unravel as accelerated webs spun in
the race for absolute geometry, base level clover frogs,
bursting asteroids, fisting Britney in the best suite they
had available, my Priceline bid good enough for sick
deployment of ghetto blaster idolatry, pawns and rooks
collaborating in a mammoth diatribe suited
best for the wordlessleadless camel crampers, shuddering
at the thought of John Wayne gay sex and candle masters
feeding alien deer that speak like children forever.


by lou dallas | 20:34

"I can't believe the media suppression
of the UFO this week," said Lou Dalliak.

Venom piercings redhead princess
pictures oh master nights in
the shadows with I-and-I Ras

(in a bun)

flipped and reversed,
soggy canals
dripping in the anti-gravity swap meet ecstasy,
chants rolling on earthquake planning, vibrant logic
over puzzle pretzel dredlock canticle shark lives were the throat
of our myriad toast to sanctification and beautification
of organic properties and illustrious malevolence
blooming in the huts that we destroyed while naked rambling
over secluded environs, neon ball courts of old, the mushroom
orb delivers the threads did not undermine in consummation
of eternal switch casts, the out come of special test pillars
ground under the force of Escalade Yukons defying the
ambiguity of channel switchers and Geo poor folk, polo grounds
transfigured for dog show and cannabis drive-in.

by lou dallas | 20:30

by lou dallas | 13:47

1. The way of pulling arrows 14. Drunken man rolling like a ball
2. Putting on a necklace 15. Dragon winding up a pole
3. Stamping your hand seal 16. Ferocious tiger
4. Carrying a hoe on your shoulder 17. Strike like an iron ball
5. Carrying an iron rod on your shoulder 18. Strike like a mallet
6 Clanging cymbals when drunk 19. Kick with the bottom of the foot
7. Swirling in a stream 20. Escaping monkey
8. Scissors takedown 21. Evasive jumping
9. Carrying a shield 22. Pulling up a bamboo screen
10. Place a shield in your cloak 23. Jump up from the ground
11. Bundle and send 24. Swim like a frog
12. Shaking your sleeves 25. Playing in the water
13. Striking the Huai (Chinese
scholartree) 26. Putting on a mask
27. Sealing the Elbow


by lou dallas | 20:56

the tense feel of the air tonight
clasps the minds of passerbys as
the crystal meth addled monkey slivers

vast number of motorized canoe paddlers
swap smoke stories as they interweave
among traffic full of ants

teenage yetis vomit at the base of Hit By a Semi
posters torn and vivid
tall, mangled wax mannequins decide

the almond female waddles
past derelict street pump lights fading
the shadows lost unto themselves

the hearing echoes precise precede gaze
and float on ethanol convoys
the beaches of valley Thermopaleae dance
the sudden samba with cuts

ride the locomotive This Train of Thought is Engineered
into tunnels of haze grey
mysteries then mystic speakers
thumb sign

-i>Chico Halloween 2002

by lenny bellows | 20:31

Candida like to live in the vagina. They grow well wherever it is warm, moist, and well supplied with their favorite nutrient--glucose. Skin and vaginal mucus contain glucose.

by lou dallas | 13:51

"Where you eat at?"
Translation: "Nice weather we're having."

submitted by: Chokma Paradigm 2.3.03

by lou dallas | 18:59

make a doo-doo pie...

i love you

by Kurt | 11:43

Pan it to the panoply,
delirious Negro slapstick farms,
firing up the foggy cattlehorn night
with a sea of sporty long-Johns bumping
into foul-heightened Asian mixosaurus peeple,
creaming at the proverbial venom arcades, with
spider glow, fancy pins in mocha skins, the
fascinated boy of Dallas screams "chokma"
across the pierced navels and beads of sweat
on the bodies of untold billions in minimal
linguistics and superior firepower, tongue
swelling in the pre-dawn check-out procedures,
cold guns hidden between bull shadows,
cold drinks buried in breath tombs, monsters
lurking in bathroom doorways, searching for an angry fixture,
scratching for the divine illusion, flesh for fantasy or fantasy alone?",
she cried above, kicking just one more clump
on the Costa Rican pessimist ringing true one last
time in His poetic nightshade.

Life all but seceded
and the taste is still bound to Earth.

The Sky weeps as His good deeds
burn in flames to keep The Party warm.



by lou dallas | 13:22