some old pieces---I have no idea when they were written.
hope y'all have a pleasant Thanksgiving....
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I have stamps from all over the world. I would like nothing better than to invite you over to look at them. If you have nothing better to do.
Dont look at me like that. I have no ulterior motives. Im not some fiend dredged up from your subconscious...
Pastel colored skies. The pastel-colored missiles streaking across them, ripping delicate tears in the fabric of them. Well sit in folding deckchairs, watching them, occasionally clicking our tall glasses together, murmuring how much in love we are with such skies, & then we will be vaporized. It will all be so very romantic.
I cant help it that Im all out of cigarettes. You cant help it that you want a cigarette so badly that you are on the verge of tearing out my throat with your teeth. This is just something that were going to have to deal with, if we are going to go any farther on this particular greyhound.
It was gangsta rap that brought us together. It is gangsta rap that will tear us apart.
Theres something wrong with this picture, I just cant quite put my tentacle on what it is.
In exile among the Joshua trees & gila monsters. Thats all that I needed to get my head together. I cant believe that it took me this long to figure out. Away from the streetlights buckling under their own weight. Away from the maniacal cherubim flipping off fate for the sheer thrill of flipping off fate & getting off scot-free with it.
......
You have such exotic plumage.
You are a stringless guitar.
You are a jagged ice cream treat with a smooth & creamy center.
You are an intoxicating mixture of ammonia & chlorine bleach.
You are a not-very-interesting book with a few pages missing.
You are an elevator that makes that weird grinding noise that reminds me that I am going to die.
You are a swimming pool that has just a tiny bit of urine in it.
You are a retarded teenager that drives surprisingly well for a retarded teenager.
You are an aztec temple with a drive-up window.
You are a mean dog wearing a cute hat.
You are a great big bottle of Worchesterchire sauce.
You are all-you-can-eat sweetbreads.
You are Ethel Merman, drunk on the couch, flipping through channels.
You are a coupon for 10% off dry cleaning.
You are a clamshell being used for an ashtray.
You are a toilet that occasionaly needs to ave the handle jiggled.
You are orangutan weilding a squirtgun.
You are a useful gardening implement.
You are a glass of Dr. Pepper when its raining outside.
You are a dwarf trying to figure out the memory function on a Radio Shack calculator.
You are a long peice of butcher paper with the tempura paint handprints of second graders all over it.
You are a poem written on a blank page at the end of a longish french novel.
You are a bouquet of flowers with an indecipherable notecard.
You are a bottle of bublebath poured in the wake of a speedboat.
You are a horoscope that kinda makes sense.
You are an empty potatochip bag found under the couch cushions.
You are a peice of spinach caught between the teeth of a Lithuanian peasant.
You are a dab of mustard on a stack of waffles.
You are the helmet I wear when I straddle my dirtbike.
You are a tooth that only hurts when somebody brings up the subject of toothaches.
You are an unconsummated affair with a redheaded bank teller wearing a short skirt.
........
Its time to rock&roll once again...we need more vowels...there are so many fun & educational things that can be done with paper cups, let me show you all of them, until we run out of oxygen...Bricks are tough!...Tiffany lamps, sillouted by the blast...Macaroni & cheese that shifts with the movements of the tide...Too much espresso & not enough quality entertainment...foul smellin, rough talkin pirates...An empty package of gravy mix stuck to the sidewalk...Why she woke up with pieces of saltwater taffy stuck all over her naked body...A Ouija board & a shotglass...some meaningless task to take our minds off the salamanders crawling all over the freshly painted wall...An old house that isnt nearly as old as it appears...people shouldnt own more than one pogo stick...Dead drunk behind the wheel of a bitchin camero...Some very good reasons not to beleive in the supernatural...Scooby, Shaggy, Fred, Velma &, of course, the lovely miss Daphne...The proper way to wear protective headgear vs. the improper way...Why horticultrue is so important not just to you & me, but to future generations...painted yarn, strung up all over the room...a tiny bit of blood on the white porcelein, a shaving accident...Thinking of buying a motorcycle while slamming down the telephone...Incoherent policemen, staggering down the street...all the lampshades have been turned upside-down...A newspaper article from over a year ago about rainfall...Boring people dying boring deaths...Spastic grey monkeys crapping all over the nice clean carpet...hanging out at the airport...Hippies are funny...scientists think theyre so bloody smart....
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To Do List:
Do things that will put biographies of myself at the top of the bestseller lists in a hundred years time. Leave many lovers behind, heart-broken because they couldnt keep me in their beds for long. Destroy Nepal, not because I hate Nepal or any of the people living there, but because Im not entirely sure it exists, & no one on earth has ever been able to do this. Do a guest appearance on Hee-Haw. Sing with the Stones. Write you a poem that would make you forget that there were ever any other poems. Paint myself blue & run naked through the streets of Paris. I want x-ray eyes. Stand on the lip of a live volcano. Walk on the surface of Mars. Make love to a beautiful woman in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. Kill an evil spy on the Orient Express. Run with the bulls, if the bulls are running. Make the most incredible sandcastle. Climb the highest mountain in Idaho, & live to tell the tale. Sail with pirates. Write funny letters to the dying. Have my picture taken against a Danish Sunset. Die for my country, or any country. Drink wine on the beach while airships crash into the sea. Rejuvenate the nations interest in radio dramas. Change my hairstyle, underwear. Say what is actually on my mind, instead of what it seems should be on my mind. Find out what happened to all the jam.
I go cold inside, thinking about what might have happened to all the jam.
hope y'all have a pleasant Thanksgiving....
---
I have stamps from all over the world. I would like nothing better than to invite you over to look at them. If you have nothing better to do.
Dont look at me like that. I have no ulterior motives. Im not some fiend dredged up from your subconscious...
Pastel colored skies. The pastel-colored missiles streaking across them, ripping delicate tears in the fabric of them. Well sit in folding deckchairs, watching them, occasionally clicking our tall glasses together, murmuring how much in love we are with such skies, & then we will be vaporized. It will all be so very romantic.
I cant help it that Im all out of cigarettes. You cant help it that you want a cigarette so badly that you are on the verge of tearing out my throat with your teeth. This is just something that were going to have to deal with, if we are going to go any farther on this particular greyhound.
It was gangsta rap that brought us together. It is gangsta rap that will tear us apart.
Theres something wrong with this picture, I just cant quite put my tentacle on what it is.
In exile among the Joshua trees & gila monsters. Thats all that I needed to get my head together. I cant believe that it took me this long to figure out. Away from the streetlights buckling under their own weight. Away from the maniacal cherubim flipping off fate for the sheer thrill of flipping off fate & getting off scot-free with it.
......
You have such exotic plumage.
You are a stringless guitar.
You are a jagged ice cream treat with a smooth & creamy center.
You are an intoxicating mixture of ammonia & chlorine bleach.
You are a not-very-interesting book with a few pages missing.
You are an elevator that makes that weird grinding noise that reminds me that I am going to die.
You are a swimming pool that has just a tiny bit of urine in it.
You are a retarded teenager that drives surprisingly well for a retarded teenager.
You are an aztec temple with a drive-up window.
You are a mean dog wearing a cute hat.
You are a great big bottle of Worchesterchire sauce.
You are all-you-can-eat sweetbreads.
You are Ethel Merman, drunk on the couch, flipping through channels.
You are a coupon for 10% off dry cleaning.
You are a clamshell being used for an ashtray.
You are a toilet that occasionaly needs to ave the handle jiggled.
You are orangutan weilding a squirtgun.
You are a useful gardening implement.
You are a glass of Dr. Pepper when its raining outside.
You are a dwarf trying to figure out the memory function on a Radio Shack calculator.
You are a long peice of butcher paper with the tempura paint handprints of second graders all over it.
You are a poem written on a blank page at the end of a longish french novel.
You are a bouquet of flowers with an indecipherable notecard.
You are a bottle of bublebath poured in the wake of a speedboat.
You are a horoscope that kinda makes sense.
You are an empty potatochip bag found under the couch cushions.
You are a peice of spinach caught between the teeth of a Lithuanian peasant.
You are a dab of mustard on a stack of waffles.
You are the helmet I wear when I straddle my dirtbike.
You are a tooth that only hurts when somebody brings up the subject of toothaches.
You are an unconsummated affair with a redheaded bank teller wearing a short skirt.
........
Its time to rock&roll once again...we need more vowels...there are so many fun & educational things that can be done with paper cups, let me show you all of them, until we run out of oxygen...Bricks are tough!...Tiffany lamps, sillouted by the blast...Macaroni & cheese that shifts with the movements of the tide...Too much espresso & not enough quality entertainment...foul smellin, rough talkin pirates...An empty package of gravy mix stuck to the sidewalk...Why she woke up with pieces of saltwater taffy stuck all over her naked body...A Ouija board & a shotglass...some meaningless task to take our minds off the salamanders crawling all over the freshly painted wall...An old house that isnt nearly as old as it appears...people shouldnt own more than one pogo stick...Dead drunk behind the wheel of a bitchin camero...Some very good reasons not to beleive in the supernatural...Scooby, Shaggy, Fred, Velma &, of course, the lovely miss Daphne...The proper way to wear protective headgear vs. the improper way...Why horticultrue is so important not just to you & me, but to future generations...painted yarn, strung up all over the room...a tiny bit of blood on the white porcelein, a shaving accident...Thinking of buying a motorcycle while slamming down the telephone...Incoherent policemen, staggering down the street...all the lampshades have been turned upside-down...A newspaper article from over a year ago about rainfall...Boring people dying boring deaths...Spastic grey monkeys crapping all over the nice clean carpet...hanging out at the airport...Hippies are funny...scientists think theyre so bloody smart....
.....
To Do List:
Do things that will put biographies of myself at the top of the bestseller lists in a hundred years time. Leave many lovers behind, heart-broken because they couldnt keep me in their beds for long. Destroy Nepal, not because I hate Nepal or any of the people living there, but because Im not entirely sure it exists, & no one on earth has ever been able to do this. Do a guest appearance on Hee-Haw. Sing with the Stones. Write you a poem that would make you forget that there were ever any other poems. Paint myself blue & run naked through the streets of Paris. I want x-ray eyes. Stand on the lip of a live volcano. Walk on the surface of Mars. Make love to a beautiful woman in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. Kill an evil spy on the Orient Express. Run with the bulls, if the bulls are running. Make the most incredible sandcastle. Climb the highest mountain in Idaho, & live to tell the tale. Sail with pirates. Write funny letters to the dying. Have my picture taken against a Danish Sunset. Die for my country, or any country. Drink wine on the beach while airships crash into the sea. Rejuvenate the nations interest in radio dramas. Change my hairstyle, underwear. Say what is actually on my mind, instead of what it seems should be on my mind. Find out what happened to all the jam.
I go cold inside, thinking about what might have happened to all the jam.
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Note to lost uncles: I like to read Peake's"Letters from a Lost Uncle" to small children.