Foriegn Rule

I hear roamins grumbling in the fields and for some days the world rules the depth of the foreign neights. Thing is something akin to the depth of humanity can touch the edge of experience and color the experience of all. Nearly like rainbows colored in primary and secondary colors only to realize that it's all reflected light in the waters of the deluge. Turncoats against the tides of time, into the history and future aspirations of each and beyond the reach of then living and now dreamt of lives. Taht's the way and the tao, or as the water is and flows into places where it is not the being of water. water. Taken aback a docile guinea pig draws the line in the sand, forcing the king into capitulation... and another day of sunrise and sets ends the same yet for the king and the pig its akin to a reality of indifference but yea, drums beat in the night for each. close close close your eyes explain nothing and that is that.

Optimists

Twisted inside of tubes of electronic warfare resides the ethereal dj-iNn of djance moves. The kind of obsidian sable coated lackluster noodle enwrapped delights that you'd find in a lower bovine intestine on a feedlot. Yet without redeeming qualifications and masterstrokes of impropriety its doubtful that this collusion of electronica/fusion/expresso/jane fonda/taffy would amount to nearly anything at all. Despite this the soildiers soldier on into something which could only be best described as something. Not to say that what should not be said but is implied isn't fit for spoken oratory or outward expression of this sort, but best left only inside ones own mind. This cannot be said. This should not be said. That said, we shall bite them on the nether reaches, we shall spite them on demand, we shall delite them on air, we shall never surrender.

Isis

Rollback

Still Forest

a Tree a grain. a beach a forest. a link to the edge.



waves leaves and times. just like back home...

click more, read more, consume more.

times leaves waves.

Deemed Safe

Mirrors seem safe enough. Walls walls full of mirrors. Until you decide that your big conan sword was too heavy to wear to work this morning and next thing you know you're standing there with some daemons and such chasing you, deadly fog trying to snuff you out and no way to break a mirror. Unless riddles are like your thing and the mirror also happens to like them and you riddle it until it don't riddle no moar and it breaks into shards of once sentient turing based silicate. Thereby something about what happens when you break a mirror and how your luck has turned bad for some number of odd number of years springs to mind. No matter, we've got a pouch full of slugs, a salt-shaker and ladder in the back. Climb to the top, shake salt on your wounds, feed those slugs to the last remaining daemon. Then reaping the benefits of your demonic proffering use their diabolical powers to reverse the temporal damage and return said mirrors back to sand. That way it'll simply be a desert covered in dunes with a satiated djinn laughing at his cleverness. Jokes on him though. Everybody knows you can make more mirrors, but who can make more desserts... Charles Karalt. That's who.

twister

Thats Right Barcelona

Nearly neighbors they are. Nearest even. In the path between each moment there is the bacon. Meat and matter; matter made of meat. Nearly between and apart they are. As the matter does not meet. Neither does the neighbors, or the bacon, or the tics, or the steps, or the links, or the stairs, or the tocks. Since what's left inside clocks is amatter & a scatter of randomized static coalescing into your neighbors. Neighbors nearly they are, unbound.

Spring Forward

Nearest edge of forest, as it is told.

About where the fire burnt and the blackness now rests.

Those trees there. Them that learnt it. To drop their leaves during winter.

Those in summer to raise it all up again.

Quite distinct, life it is, a different way of fighting.

Seasons could grind nearly. Now it simply helps to bring the dawn and dark on a yearly cycle.

Fruit basket.

Human Services

Phantoms decide fates and Hades lurk amongst Stygian choices. Full lotus inside a land of freedom. Highways of thought following cars of awareness into a tell-tale dark. Hercules sitting in a stable clear. And a river runs through it.

Rotyer Daiz

One thing they got is Winchel's and some kind of burger type deal which is pretty good considering the rest of the place. Turns out though nothing offsets a good case of california quite like a musequero raindance during a rare west coast thunderstorm. Nearly nested , loopy even. Unoptimized for someones optimizational pleasure.

Mastadon

The warming half-light of Christmas morning revealed to me a wonderfully shiny brand-new toaster. A glorious aluminum box just waiting to be used for heating breads and bread shaped products. For awhile things were great. One day, or rather late afternoon an insta-grilled cheese sandwich was prepared using it. Another day, just plain toast. Yet another evening found it being used for late night waffles. Such is the use and times of an average toaster, in an average home, in an average city, state and country. Which is to say this was one very very special toaster. A toaster with its own tale to tell. For in the telling the toaster became something much much more, it became a memory. From memory it descended into fable and thence unto myth. At which point like a Mastodon browsing upon the Northern American Serengeti it passed out of time completely. Thus is cheese and Mastodons are thus.

Compressed Weather

Clever indeed feathered friend. Nearly like BigBird and the Keyhole. Not like the KH-X series really were all that much more than an oversized optical magic trick, but a pretty pure little trick nontheless. Stormy, like relationships out west. Crawling, dawning into a place of unrequeted hazy pure aprehension and apathy. Nearly so, but not like that, at least in the sense that those in need any better than the flow of hot to cold and wind gradients spilling off the mountains into the plains. Despite this all the best.

Roll Roll Roll

Pork tamales could nearly be the perfect food outside the near eastern muslim/vegan culinary hegemony. Inside of course spiced lentils rein supreme. Northerly is land of muselix and nuts. Mostly the boreal kind, walnuts, acorns, pecans and the like. Westerly lie a land of many hats a tricorn inspiration to those with uncovered heads and poor fashion sense. Watch, learn, buy, become a confident, successful person, unafraid of glaring sun, squalking birds, or disapproving peers. Take the frost, hoar or note, crystallized patterns fractally presented upon plate glass. And here, is a place where a soothing throat lozenge may find not only purchase, but a premium.

feed live

One thing about portable breathalizers, they can be easy to lose when intoxicated. Loss of hand eye coordination, shyness, inhibitions and short term memory lapses each play a part in the resulting disappearance of the very device designed to identify and help prevents both its own loss and the aforementioned systems. Nearly enough however, is what can be told from a tale of individual twins with kleptomaniacal tendencies. In such times and places not only one, but two alcohawks may go missing nearly simultaneoulsy. Which is somewhat awkward when attempting to serve the hor de'oureves prior to the main course of braised rack of lamb. Instead, what happens is antipasta may appear. HOrribly enticing if you're into cultural fusion and the culinary train wrecks which follow with such regualar and predicatable frequency. What, wait is this thing on? Somebody get that tape.

larceny

truth is when it comes across. what's free is free, and yet everything has its price. ravens may crow and dogs may dog your steps, and yet turquoise inlays never ring thrice. this is the highway yet easy for cars it is not. fences work the same both day and night, yet jails loom larger in the darkness. spring could be nearly arriving, yet the doorway leads to summer. someday. you can choose, the wind shall blow. regardless.

Aster Relief

Raster grief? That's something I seen once inside the crashed RAM cells of my soon to be deceased video card. Congesting? Hardly. That would be something best left to over-the-counter cold medicines stocked at the local strip mall pharmaceutical outfit. Something you'd find near the pain-killers, cough-suppressants and buffered analgesics. Near abouts to the vicinity of a well placed pan-galactic traveling towel. Now the question being, was it a sentient Aster, or whale. Or all together something else, a marigold perhaps? Certainly not a sunflower. That would be both a restaurant and an art themed interlude in a career of an otherwise insane artist suffering bouts of remorse due to a lack of societal acceptance. Though really that could be why non-prescription drugs are found all over the world these days. Last I checked prescription pharmacies don't stock towels and what's a traveler to due? Shop at two stores and then be bothered to skip the system? Ha, things should and have progressed further. These days it's one hop to the strip mall for a towel, medicinal remedies and even more optimistically a bouquet of plastic Asters. Now that's how I spell reflief, a bit of non-congesting flowers, a good towel and a host of cheaply available sugar coated drugs in multi-colored shells. Mmmm and mmmm.

GV aka VG

Thieves use listerine? Why exactly is house robbery something requiring one to care about halitosis? Why does the sunshine shine? Only the bees know for sure.

SideBAR

Snakebite

too much of so cal -?- git yerself sum antidote

N

Here there be

a dragon, oh dear, a dragon. Instead of red, gold or black, these are rant, rave and whine. Apparently not ironic however. The entire post would have been blank. Or is that truth. Ironic would be reading it and watching it turn blank. Perhspas it's a magical ironic truth dragon. The kind I found last Thursday night near the entrance to Radio-Shack before being re-routed to the All Batteries IN THE WORLD store in quest of CR2330. Nearly at the door this kind of thing pop up as being simple, trite and quite polite then becomes more like a half-eaten discarded scone on the sidewalk. Ants love it. Ironically they share. Truthfully I would not. Dragon dispensary that's a ticket to ride. Though before you ride. Be aware.

There are no dragons. Or are you still not drawing a blank. Half of infinity is still a pretty big number. Deck those val-halls. Don't forget to kick the wyrmm on the way out.

O

Oxtail soup in the fall on the shore of the oxbow. As far as billabongs go it's quite modest. Wee turtles, green lilies and a small amount of duckweed and sunfish.

Oxnard OXR it is not. Thousands of oaks yes, but within a forest rather than a county.

Oxycodone scheduled not once, but twice for reasons of making everything into a world of sweet fuzzy rabbits. Much like the cotton-tail in front of the bumper of the car in the parking lot this lunch, today.

Only Occidental in its sum of a sun setting over the western mountains.

P

psychosis or slight periodontal dis-ease, each a malady turned back by the toothbrush. one by land, two by sea. lantern-like in appearance on a dark-knight delineating the border of light and dark. thats the spirit. outside of a common frame of reference and stabilized reality-field of consensual delusion. that is what is known in the business as the doctors office. hygienists know and enforce this. pushing toothbrushes with every technological enhancement of angles, bristles, bristle layout, even colors in order to create a common order. a land of publicly fluoridated city water systems for the societies continuing reach.

Q

Sometimes things happen with ease. Flow, so to speak. This is the q. Quixotic like peppermint flavored flavur-flav with a eucalyptus schent. This is the q. Quantified like standard oil future based derivatives in a bull market. This is the q. Quintessential like forcible entry at the bank vault on a Thursday afternoon. This is the q. Quinine like the malaria fighter but with a special alcoholic based twist of lime. This is the q. Five mysterious yet standard things which may seem innocuous, but in fact are part of a larger whole. QED.

R

Jealousy proves everyone is the same. How about you just go to U down below, press play, and open this goodness in a new tab. Make it through the whole song you get a prize. Maybe the prize is your own sanity. Or lack thereof. Not that any judge should be. Though that is kind of the point isn't it. Comparison only works when things are roughly the same, but different. Say you got a flounder and a halibut. Both bottom feeders. Both fish. Then you got a star-fish. Now they all live underwater. Now you got yourself a library book on the 3rd shelf of the 2nd row of the stack on the left near the entrance. Not much in common. Maybe. All exist on earth. For starters. Judging by things it could and could not be similar. Matter, check. Carbon-based, check. Earth-bound, check. Proximately close, check. Green, fail. Contain green, check. Smell like oranges, fail. Quite obviously there is going to be a whole lot of stuff happening during this post if this goes on. So it won't. The assumption that the number of examples was too few may be in error. Maybe it is not all the same and more are better. Wait, maybe less. Wait what is this? Reaction, perception, thought, feelings are shared? Well damnation this gets confusing. Except you understood and were misunderstooded. Communication works nice that way.

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Things got to be common enough to understand, too uncommon and you don't. Which done goes to show you jealousy is certainly skin deep. At least.

S

Texarcana never looked so good. Not nearly as good as a Greyhound full of witches packed aboard on a journey to Alamogordo. Despite what you might believe, they cannot eat that much. Wolves could perhaps, but not greyhounds. What really happened? There was an unfortunate game of chicken. Witches playing chicken is not the same as ordinary chicken. What you end up with is a bunch of smaller and smaller witches who can't get much smaller but won't admit that they cannot. Next thing you know there's this mangy little ex-racing dog lying down on the sidewalk in a small Texas town who's just picked up the a whole abashed coven or conclave desperate for transport to somewhere other than the middle of the wasteland of the sidewalk. The effects may wear off at anytime, no telling. The voices will grow along with the dubious characters masquerading as fleas at which point being a deaf greyhound with the ability to run fast under duress isn't so bad of a thing.