Eli Whitney capricorn on the cot engine
Thomas Edison robin hoodlight bulb
Samuel Morse'll lavish mail my ishmael me a parabolic telegraph
Muy facil bermudagrass roots Brownian movement pavement itonnementhol cigarettes

Crunch Crunch. I'm back to the internet from a break ( Read more... )

Where houses? Mouse is cleverly disguised across the street down the hallway up the stairs when he stares at me it's weird sled module claymational anthem postal service mortem mortimer fitzgerald wheatley bagel chips adhere advise abhorr decor mejor de nada epiglottis trodding round and round the christmas tree times a lady bunch noises munch ( Read more... )

A now congruent vestibule ( Read more... )

Dumpster diving again. I've sort of had a hankering ever since that wonderful scooter find. Nothing better than driving a scooter with a lightswitch for a throttle, causing it to not do anything, or go the fastest it could possibly go. Tonight was a literature/music bizarre, and oh what glorious finds.

IRISH DANCE PARTY: Authentic jigs, reels ( Read more... )

Gravity seduces with the appeal of an endless gray tundra
Bewildering sentient brain lurches, rapido rapido
Birdsong battles beyond bent blades
And livens the landscape; thickens the ether air
With another debonnaire quietess
Pulchritude abound. Horizontal sound
Asleep

I swear Nietzche was positively meant to be read in the dead of night outside during a particularly heavy rain. I haven't made it into The Anti-Christ yet, but Twilight Of The Idols is more than likely just as compelling if not moreso ( Read more... )

Interconnectivity ( Read more... )

HARRISON: grass change variable disenfranchise gullable swerve bells galore belafontane swindle clam retreat incapacitate deletion quarterback pun valuables nine times out of ten deserving kilted railroad omega nymphomaniac
BEN: Proboscis diamondback elephantine ne'erdowells unless dirigible co-ownership of anguish calculation fy-battery ( Read more... )

I was thinking about this a few weeks ago and it has engulfed the rest of my thought processes in its shade again. It stems from the fantastic Words Of Advice For Young People bit by William S. Burroughs.
That line near the end -

There are no honorable bargains ( Read more... )