And hello Everyone!!!
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love, world wide dirt
Thursday, October 16, 2008
His friends call him Seany. He's known to throw a fish back if it's too scrawny.
Went to the future the other day. It wasn't bad, the shrimp was cheaper but it rained most of the time. The Morlocks are fun to party with. Sean was married to Leanna Eisnaugle and they were also both evil demons. Good times!
Monday, October 13, 2008
I had a car and named it blue
The paint chipped off and I gave it to you
The seatbelts tangled and the handles rusted
You were the only girl I trusted
Eight days a weak my mind is taught
And full of bullets already shot
But there was a time of other plains
Of swallowed stars and bangerangs
A time when thinking made me glad
And I only poured my drinks a tad
The days shimmied in summer of the year
Now down the trail and nowhere near
I long for the time when I required
Now, I’m either asleep or tired
Now the dust collects unswept
Now my logic is inept
Now it doesn’t matter much
That there was a time you were my crutch
How wide and deep the island was gave a false impression of the kingdom’s immensity, an immensity about things other than geographical size. It was three miles by one mile, bordered by jagged rocks and a green restless sea.
Diamond forging halabuloo beaters half full galavant bi-corsican bi-nigerian
Mono-jalapeno dig popper half-valued half-jenkem pre-storage post-familiar twice-annualed forever-bidden pro-foraging half-anti anti- pre-storage-ism-tearing-oomycetes
Handy gaged furtive hinges of wasted tear-raising-head-butting-pro-raphaelite-jabenero-tasting-hullabaloo-
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Figures that a crab-addled junior to the firm can’t
Remember to tie his tennies
Take one for the meat,
The blessed princess teat
The bluey marble concrete
Sagging frost from every corner
Taking candy from a forlorn lore-mourner
As easy as blowing the bowing horner
A seeker of neither party gore nor
Take-care centered letter whores
But correct itching methods and better purrs
For finally gaging to meet her purse
Like a scorpion vibrating against its shell,
I rattle and roll for goo
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Down in the deep low, the man says a whole lot of things.
Thanks for everyone who came out to the World Wide Dirt kickoff last week. it was a blast and i hope everyone got a little wasty.
House Of Will is in the final stages of completion. exciting stuff. It'll be available online and at some retailers around the milwaukee area.
Five things i learned this week:
1. Lands End sounds epic and cool, but its just a magazine where you can order some random shit.
2. i'm like the Tony Stark of the writing world. Except the suit, the coolness and Gwen Paltrow.
3. Wearing wet socks gives you the whooping cough.
4. Parker winship was born in the canyons of the sun.
5. Dead men tell no tales.