Subcultural engagement for the 21st Century...
Barbelith is a new kind of community (find out more)...
You can login or register.

Underground > Creation >

The surreal half hour

Page: 1(2)3 4

06:47 / 08.03.02

Nightmare dinner late night chunk of cheese--cows fly over moons when suckling silver spoons! For naught, for aleph all! Difference my some cocktail formulas (shaken not burred) of baby's undifferentiated personals: creaky cat coughs chip for chirped chuckles. Then, and of a sudden, pickles.

20:25 / 08.03.02

A slow day sliding by as cheap siding in pineapple fonts. Shoot the spice into the gangrene crevice of my J-Lo and blow the censure of Armageddon’s lunch. Spilling the swizzle, Mr. Sprat cantaloupes his wife's juicy roast over medium-rare slabs of grape jelly. Nay! not South of Heaven, but merely South of North: a batcave of memories slip without cracks within Pan's pipes, a-summer, a-bummer, split pee sloop.

22:44 / 08.03.02

Angry ubiquitous bland objects slide past my tongue, it rolls out of my mouth, tearing it's root from my throat and groping the anacin that coats my floor. The figures of long dead trees dance in the clouds recalling memory and spice in a hazy, drug-related piece of pie in the dirt.

ooZm.

05:06 / 11.03.02

Po a head: rake why way.

04:58 / 12.03.02

Dirt pie dissected in rhinoplasty (sp?) fields. Lipposuct'd mammary too big for crimson’s king, but a thousand and one pornstars and other femmes sans self worth worship holiest of holes. Folds tucked safely under plowed manes of cherry chunk gutters. Slip-slat the knife slides sluggy wuggy. Discarded noses litter the chafe stinking as tarred terriers. Chins wide and narrow protrude from mounds of cellulite baking under too many sons. Alas, no need for authenticity when there is plenty of plastic for any old or young vainity to consume as honey suckled strawberries right rhubarbed in their fucking heads! Don't trip over any ears and be wary of surgically enhanced pythons...

07:23 / 13.03.02

Winter’s morning’s Wednesday’s time ticks two two two. Airborne liquid suspended: wisps’ gray sprawled cloak on black and orange. Deserted asphalt rubber kissed and guzzled gas pistons churn a kitten’s purr. Driver’s delight, empty white stripes from nothing drift to oblivion. Find the fond phonics filtered. Slopes decline to numbness nestled, a pressing in passing, a tuck into sleep. Traffic light’s blare illuminates lanes of memory, but shifting thick tatters titter <invisible>. Break through smoky fibers of finite smooth space’s wrapping, beyond the n + 1 cuddling skeletal trees with crystal’s lattice H two O. Elegant and endless Nature of chaos drifting in by pass of glass, now revealed, now obscured.

Less searchable M0rd4nt

07:57 / 13.03.02

The Feast of the Incredible commenced with a platter of lavender ambiguouses. The novelty of the ratchet overwhelmed the beseiged mind. "Horror!" they cried, running from the burning watchmaker, yet only the plastic looked on.

05:35 / 14.03.02

Shucked swill in sweet spring dress. Drizzled lion’s dandy marks tangents in peripheral conic sections. Mathemagics has never been more willow. Bark of my bite is over wide shoulders of days dog gone so poster plaster. Telephone coal is burnt by light of far, but creditors of saliva is always warm on the dinner plate. Eat the ambiguity, swallow the hand of the arm of the body of the tail that feeds mu.

Strange Machine Vs The Virus with Shoes

18:49 / 15.03.02

It's TRUE yelled Gerald to his Edgeware china...... sandals do make excellent beds for tiny squirrels!

Strange Machine Vs The Virus with Shoes

19:00 / 15.03.02

It's TRUE yelled Gerald to his Edgeware china...... squirrels do make excellent beds for tiny sandals!

[ 16-03-2002: Message edited by: panarchy ]

08:32 / 16.03.02

"It's TRUE!" yelled the little yellow rust bucket, "Neat feet are pigs meat special treat!" The staunch and sordid octopus was marbled in grains of strand: what to flew when the crowds come Rome? Regardless of regard, Regardie regarded the re-guarding of the guard superfluous. His loss is fame’s crane, but not the loon. The loom, on the other ear, wasn’t quite so queer as the day the shun wood kill. “Time Machine?!?” shouts <?> “Fuck that croon in verse with ten potatoes a’ mashin’!” And ten, Jesus slept.

Strange Machine Vs The Virus with Shoes

20:16 / 16.03.02

The arm reached out of my bowl of semolina…. And pulled me into the third Jeffery Archer appreciation committee meeting, hosted by dowager Judith Crenshaw and a large shrimp, doing a pretty good Rod Stewart impression.

Well, I thought, that was quicker than a rat up a vicars leg.

05:16 / 18.03.02

The army reached out with a blow to alternate advertisers. Who knew you when it was only a number? Tags and dogs rolled in mud or sand or snow: whoa! Nike shook b-balled palmed in hand of napalm. A new clear way for those who think dumb. Choke your Puksi! And take that bittey bitch with spew. All kite adrift in striped blue seas or that's what sayed moot scab the stew believe. But need vert shell oui eat the hit that slops from undigested mines. Woosh the swoosh and take your damn star with you!

..

12:23 / 18.03.02

But with rats crawling all over you ewe take your falling(?) star where? Stars and rats wherever you are and stardust is made from ratshit. Where is everywear and nowhere. Solar instinct says shine on all white sheep black sheep wolves and shepherds, the loner looner wants always to be full. The swoosh has been wooshed but MJ wears grey Osiris and still looks for duckets and buckets. And potential stardust.

09:25 / 19.03.02

[to the tune of Jingle Bells]

Chicken spuz, chicken spuz, chicken spuz is gay. Oh smut bun it is to ply a crack whore's sickly gape! Chicken spuz, chicken spuz, chicken spuz is gay. Oh smut bun it is to ply a crack whore's sickly gape! Flashing down the pole in a thin ribbed Trojan cape, through the orifice we go grimacing all the way. Bells in my head ring making parts not rise, oh smut bun it is to fling a laying prong tonight! Ho! Chicken spuzz…etc.

Desperate money fuck not sex but only dumpster diving for yesterday’s woofed cookie lunch. Pay to come? Confronted with the option, I’ll pay to go, thank you.

08:02 / 20.03.02

Shrimptacular scat matter ladder shatter.
Lamb lop lamda mu.
Screech scratch sigma hatter.
Shipped shaped fission fu.
Dip drape Darwin eta saida’.
Flip-flop charmed Magoo.
T’see t’hat rabbit beta.
Zero to one to two.

..

13:04 / 21.03.02

The invisible conversation peace flows between sticky words old western town Hollywood facade worlds browning brittle with licks from the sun's dry tongues. It all refuses to fall. I am the two black cats tied together by their tall tales lapping the dust for milk coughing up blood fury furry-balls to paint the town red. You've been shot. Your horse has human skin. It carries you side-straddle through the swinging saloon doors into the dessert on the otherside. We all sit Indian doggie style and order the sun to let us drink. Silence. We make gluey gooey doo doo and spit our sticky words into a holy unholy rusty grail and drink together, leaving our gut's instinct to digest said peace.

23:17 / 21.03.02

Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck! Angel! Duck!

Didn't: Dust Devil.

[ 22-03-2002: Message edited by: modthree ]

01:46 / 22.03.02

She's in love with an armadillo
and that's like over the west hill
we only played the game,
to win the golden scorpion...

..

09:53 / 23.03.02

grey soup a feast of feces and mother's milk our umbilical score is tied we push our belly but on your back a monkey eats only lonely the system's scissor slices connecting flesh tubes drop and spill grey seed all over our red hands and genitals from each other we disappear

..

20:03 / 23.03.02

ANGEL FUCK ANGEL FUCK ANGEL FUCK ANGEL
FUCK ANGEL FUCK ANGEL FUCK ANGEL FUCK
ANGEL FUCK ANGEL FUCK ANGEL FUCK ANGEL
FUCK ANGEL FUCK ANGEL FUCK ANGEL FUCK!

DUCK, GOOD LUCK

Strange Machine Vs The Virus with Shoes

06:32 / 24.03.02

When did i arrest my first cod? TUESDAY OF COURSE!

Strange Machine Vs The Virus with Shoes

06:56 / 24.03.02

A few "facts" about my friend Gerald:

Gerald is one of only 10 people to be born with spaniels ears for eyes, and the only one to be born in the last 50 years. The last person to be born with spaniels ears for eyes, was, as you all know, Burt Lancaster.

Although a male, Gerald once gave birth to a leg of lamb.

Gerald believes that trees are "morally wrong".

The very sight of Gerald can induce bilious attacks in the elderly. Roger Banister is quoted as saying: " in one day Gerald could drasticaly reduce the number of pensioners clogging up post offices, bus stops, and bingo halls, in any area which he is present."
If only the authorities would let him out!

Gerald likes to be called Quincey.

Strange Machine Vs The Virus with Shoes

16:49 / 24.03.02

Still looking for that milky feeling? Then walk again my idiot brother into the spool of this dawn fading.

..

12:47 / 25.03.02

The ocean of milk lies at the center of the earth. I dug there once while all the titty-suckers peered over the edge of my hole aghast. I swam I swam at night I swim still. I drank I drank and when I climbed back out I had my own breasts to bear and fondle.

17:19 / 25.03.02

U-in-verse protrudes the mounds of milk goddess in the little old free. Stretched the breaking point, but no sags: nubile is eternity. Don't grow old when ya' don't do what you are told, but everyone is telling. Tall tails reach stars like kites tethered to your you. Don't ya' see? One matrix raffled off infinitely many times. Shoot that fish, after all, it's only a barrel, isn't it? Shit, gold, shit, gold.

..

12:53 / 26.03.02

O usurped nubility
Did i not cum to restore your throne?
Did i not stand alone to throw over the overthrown?

Always swimming always dreaming
But with only lonely words
We get it and lose it
Get, Lose, Get, Lose, Get, Lose,
Get Loose (jiggy wit shit)
Bolder and Golder
Spiralling towards our bearth and dith

..

12:59 / 26.03.02

too many pro nouns (expert objects)
I is eye and You is eye and I

tiger's trade treading milk mark mouth

18:04 / 27.03.02

Let's Intensify Forever Eden. Look Interiour Forgotten Edifices. Lapping Immobile Fog Easter. Leaching Ideas For Excellence. Lost In Frozen Epics. Lurking In Fevered Explanations. Lifting I Forgot Everything. Learn In Five Epigraphs. Let Insecurities Fall End. Launch Ignorance Far Everglades. List Imagination's Flippant Expectations. Lip Isis Frost Entry. Learn Isomorphism Feel Everywhere. Log Ice Fond Excellence. Lightning Inspects Flow Esters. Lonely Isolation Feeds Eternity. Life Instigates Fellow Elements. Laugh If Forced Effects.

L.I.F.E, what is it A to Z?

..

12:51 / 29.03.02

L.I.F.E <=> Weast + Zerinity + Enerass + Undver + Skound + Nevways + Talort + Hiow + Begend + Keeive + Arence + Joain + Laury + Illell + Queeing + Opeosed + Papama + Victfeat + Yould + Gome + Dirth + Fulmpty + Righong + XG + Chricifer + Meou... da da infinit-yum

..

21:19 / 29.03.02

(in the cornerstore):

Milk begins to freeze when you stir in a shit-brown Qwik answer, or any answer for shat matter. I would posit no position to stand on.

L.I.F.E. = ?????!???!?????????!????!!!?????
. = D.E.A.T.H.
D.E.A.T.H. = Dried Energy At The Head

00:14 / 30.03.02

Disney.

..

11:27 / 30.03.02

Walt is laying on his back atop a slab o' sulfur on a tiny private atoll in a lake o' fire. He is completely naked, and along with the stench of rotten eggs we can smell his skin melting. Mickey, the 6ft tall mouse demon, stands on one side of poor Mr. Disney, counting, "1-1000, 2-1000, 3-1000--" his tormentingly mousey voice hasn't changed after two eternities. Every three seconds Mickey The Mouse Demon stabs Walt's right testicle with a sewing needle, while all the while, Minnie The Mouse Demoness stands opposite her mate, on the other side of Walt's sizzling body, gently fondling his left testicle only and deep mouse throating Walt's eternally erect penis. For it has been decreed that Walt will find neither relief nor release forever and ever amen.

19:08 / 01.04.02

Jib and jab the men in black lab ops the pops in haste of waste the raise to human face. Slick suckles slide slow. Test tube your right boob test icicle ride an acid bicycle. Down streets of memory's lanes of childhood pains and promises not kept in slept in clothes whose permanent press is deceased. Let go a row in raw the saw a branch for chance is merely glanced. To sides of beef wrapped in eve's leaf, to pots of plants that go to jail amidst the hail of hell the zoo keeper's bell reigns over Commons and not so rare alike. Steps up to the plate, not one hesitates, but sink to lows smashing blows: a character smear in stirrups of hate for self, no doubt hate for all. A small winding snake constricts for kicks but can one be the wiser, become a miser take the crap and transmute to gold enfold the source to live in, to give in, to begin again. What shoe will due the other's foot, feats of fury tie knots not bows and rows of corpses litter streets of looted gems in hen houses clucking everyone might be fucking but who is it that truly loves the doves that soar above the end of friends and the identity of us?

22:19 / 01.04.02

And if you're a chicken cluck, eat grain, and don't fly.

Page: 1(2)3 4