20th floor with a view over the pool, where sparkling belly rings and thongs distract
from the Mexico country hills and San Diego Bay – remembering Lenny Bellows
standing watch in the caves of Butte

the mouth flipping burgers

the Gigantics wept with tears of stones – perfect asses, oiled, shine – awaiting flesh dunk not burroes not gar, this is the chlorinated tank bum, Castrol GTX time with the tarp lit, floors with chipped rubber helmets

the morning has already planned
an entrance, incestuously fondling the deep night
while racing fools to the burial.


by lou dallas | 22:54

by Kurt | 21:07

1 O Humdum Soniyo Re Saathiya
2 Tauba tumhare ishare Chalte chalte
3 Chali aye Mein prem ki diwani hoon
4 Koi Mil Gaya Koi Mil Gaya
5 Habba Habba Joggers Park
6 Jaadu Hai Nasha hai Jism
7 Kisise Tum Pyar karo Andaaz
8 Zara Zara Rehna Hai Tere Dil Mein
9 O Saathiya Saaya
10 Jo gaya Vo gaya Jhankar beats

Lenny knows this well, from battleships, eyes hearing it all:



Oyk. Not moik. Venom clause in the standing haze -
Grand Hyatt on the Bay on Priceline for $65 - $200 room.
Moip. Dok. Lople wet towel across the door jam. Bathroom blinded.
HBO off the walls. Tonight. 3PM check-in. Poem #1-2-Come 2 Nite; soft explosivity tumble.


by lou dallas | 10:34

Cornball (n.) A wack and corny person.

Cornbomb (n.) Abbreviation of "Legend of the Cornbomb Space", a
modern multi-platform "intergrated-content project" featuring Adrian
Grenier, Shock-G, Saafir, and Fat Joe.

Corny (adj.) 1. Not funny, dated, and/or out of style. 2. Funny in a cheesy
way.


Crackin-the-seal (v.) Intercourse with a virgin.
(also, Breakin or Poppin the seal.)

Crank (v.) To get it going. To set things in motion.

Crap-game (interjection) All-bad announcement. Expresses an
unwanted outcome. Example:
PERSON ONE: "Did you get the passes?"

PERSON TWO: "Crap-game. They said no more guest-list tonite."


by Kurt | 08:52

It has been spotted! The tiny white squirrel of Chico has been captured on film.


But there is a dark side to this story. Following recent sightings of the
white squirrel, many witnesses to the existence of the creature have been
visited by strange men. Men in black. They threaten us to not reveal details of the sightings. They do not want the world to know. They try to intimidate by
wearing dark glasses and ill-fitting suits. Their skin is pasty. They appear from a large black limousine with darkened windows. There is no sound of a motor.

If I should disappear from these pages --- please remember the squirrel.
It will remember you.

by lenny bellows | 18:28

A minor league garage/psych outfit from Toronto, Ontario,
Neato Burrito
is best known for penning tunes about the
Giant mummified head of an Inca Queen.
Their single, Reanimate It went
Gold in two weeks. The stark descriptions of
the petrified skull are hypnotic. In one lyric, lead
singer Joni Jugo, describes her tender emotions:
"The circumference of the head is thirty one and
one half inches, what was her name? Was
she just like me, a woman with no shame?"

by lenny bellows | 20:41

When I get drunk I always smoke the skunk,
'cause you never know when the scene is gonna flunk -
shameless niggaz, white and green, people going down on my sister -
popular cream

Got no simple carapace, don't know
the really critical simple indicative place -
your finger is looking, you weren't seeing things, just...
the purple dignity of your cousin down Southern -
you disgusting fornicator named Ajew

Could? Ajew looks at itself like death during a contest -
fantastic fish capture airborne insects while you shit, polling
the populace for radical dissemination unto the
gardening community of serpent worshipping homosexuals
that work the late shift at Albertsons grocery market - fucking
themselves with fists in the pre-dawn after-stock dim

Cranky women prepare the eggs and pork strips
for horseshoe Gods and fabled repulse -
never mind the bullshit that precedes
the clearing of picnic amphibians and free trials of crass bread

Bent chillers reach for the top of the tree
and catch fish guts in their eyes - school -
don't kid yourself kid, the learning occurs away from the
business of education, did you not vomit in the fifth night
of insomnia, diving and peaking over deep seas
of the coast of Acapulco? Shadows on the high sail did nothing
because you only Imagined the fellow sufferers as they
imagined you in the paralyzed verses of criminal dying thoughts

Lights on Broadway as well as the metal shop grinding,
what benevolent destroyers set a pace in
the concrete shackles - bending the minds of pubescence
into a deep lake stocked with trout born of broken glass and Brautigan

Crystalline ventures by asphalt and variances of mineral Sholly -
our kind knows not the Way of bending towards the Goal, because (because)
the goal is hidden under the wings of deceptive and wily seagulls cruising towards a random cliff edge for sunset rest, eeking out the minor chords of flight while
Nature's flexed biceps squeeze the tits of the Universe.

by lou dallas | 19:42

You musky sprite!
Tambled daemons snug up on
whisping shoulder --- lung
squie notice in your ear plant
ideas and
fundamental
togae.

Ethnic rules predomina septum,
spung onto rivers
of thumping sashay.
Tunes... tunes are fang - sang
of pulp and review
of aerial bold stone
carapace.

You lune-nnnnnggg! ... spattering of
Rosie brains by vicarious bludgeon stone.
Fiddle with thread
copse so slow
bitter cairn.

Tellyouwhy the cellwall capitulates.
Beer and buttock epiphany
on the River Walks a Punk.
Down under the Arch,
Cahokian McDLT vendors
frustrate graham mass
and suicide
brung.







by lenny bellows | 19:22

Russell viper venom is a snake venom which, in the presence of calcium ions, is able to convert factor X to its activated form Xa. The Xa, together with phospholipid and factor V, converts prothrombin to thrombin. The dilute Russell viper venom time (dRVVT) is a modified prothrombin time (PT), which has been made sensitive to the lupus anticoagulant (LA).

Lou Dallas skippin’ stones in Heaven, the shore of wild rivers and lightning mud dormitories grabbed up by soft girl mitts. Two peaks bagged this weekend with grips of flora all around; Ramona giving so much farmer puts in our ramble through. Niggaz just dream. Hot toddies in my nigga Harley observation; backwards sticker mirror game out. My new tires seem to cry for acceleration as the sun strains to care. Backside tissues warming over the miles. Yoga-helped calves snicker at the thousands. Back and chest explode over boulders and raven shit.

RAVEN

Raven, your black feathers know
Not the blackest nights nor
Do they inhabit the darkest caves
For the hidden secrets
Darkness cannot find.



by lou dallas | 13:00

by lou dallas | 08:21

saw the formation of music into matter
writing story
of vision quest,
surcease patter of intellectual debate ---
--- saw the rhino inside Chico Pizza Storm...
... bulbous red room

by lenny bellows | 21:08