we are taking a short hiatus in order to unsnarl some kinks in our big, messy, busy lives
(haven't you noticed a decline in the quality of our writings in recent weeks?)
we will resume with day-counting, when we feel ready, as if nothing had happened
this is okay because we make the rules
check back soon!!!!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
soy nugget limerick
more paltry than poultry, without that bloodshot gloss--
yet they taste like chicken, and i'm at a loss.
vegans against carnivo-normativity!
(ok, ate pizza monday. whatever, was free)
...but oh, these are so good slathered in bbq sauce.
yet they taste like chicken, and i'm at a loss.
vegans against carnivo-normativity!
(ok, ate pizza monday. whatever, was free)
...but oh, these are so good slathered in bbq sauce.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Body Movin'
When Mix Master Mike asked to borrow my bike
I said, "Thanks but no thanks, sir.
You see, I need it to travel on dirt and on gravel.
But I sure do admire your musical endeavors."
I said, "Thanks but no thanks, sir.
You see, I need it to travel on dirt and on gravel.
But I sure do admire your musical endeavors."
Monday, February 16, 2009
CIA scramble
in front of three marlene dumas squelettes, a kindergartener
tramples her fluffy stuffed reindeer. the top of her head
only reaches the shortest corpse's pelvis, where it clutches
a muskrat, ominous. mid-hopscotch, she looks me
in the eye and says, "if i kept walking, i would crash
straight into the ocean." you'll crash either way, i want
to tell her, then realize i am crippled and old.
tramples her fluffy stuffed reindeer. the top of her head
only reaches the shortest corpse's pelvis, where it clutches
a muskrat, ominous. mid-hopscotch, she looks me
in the eye and says, "if i kept walking, i would crash
straight into the ocean." you'll crash either way, i want
to tell her, then realize i am crippled and old.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Normative Naivety
The Marxist feminist worked
the night shift at the
televangelist's hotline
answering the prayers
of homely heroines
and freebasing bullies.
the night shift at the
televangelist's hotline
answering the prayers
of homely heroines
and freebasing bullies.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
why m. carries a nail file in her purse
once i was flying
i was flying in a plane eating yogurt
it was early
it was thursday
i was flying in a plane eating yogurt
it got on my pants
i was on a plane
yogurt splat all over my pants
her voice is as pretty as annie druyan's
my friends are rolling in a rocket ship
the sky is a crepuscular prepubescent and the city's so happy
it hiccups
i was flying in a plane eating yogurt
it was early
it was thursday
i was flying in a plane eating yogurt
it got on my pants
i was on a plane
yogurt splat all over my pants
her voice is as pretty as annie druyan's
my friends are rolling in a rocket ship
the sky is a crepuscular prepubescent and the city's so happy
it hiccups
Oh No!
Let's just pretend
I am posting from another time zone.
Or better yet, another time.
It is simply miraculous
that I found a computer
in the dark ages,
isn't it?
I sure think so.
I am posting from another time zone.
Or better yet, another time.
It is simply miraculous
that I found a computer
in the dark ages,
isn't it?
I sure think so.
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