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Traditional Family Pathological Oven Competition, Yes!

Contributed by Wakingdream on Wednesday, 12th August 2009 @ 06:05:21 PM in AEST
Topic: surreal

Klondike utter failure.
The veins swirling into tides and Tom is watching, crying.
Toothaches molded into the asbestos.
Isnt that funny?
Look at Toms watch its lazy.
Big hand moves when its convenient, little hand full of oatmeal and self-loathing ferocity.
Heat the can of vulture eyes, under the wooden canvas.
Jesus makes the wedding plans and cooks too much spaghetti.
Who in gods name is gonna eat all that?

Bone salad tables. Other mens searing agony.
Going somewhere memorablein time,
The quest to be forgotten, or otherwise despised in history.
You are not Gods brother, your hair is broken in folds and gaps,
Wavelengths and yellow streaks.
Scrape under the fingernails for
Chocolate, or maybe grapes.

Somewhere, a dog is laughing, so laugh too.
Numbers, patterns, spiders.
Its the movement, the trance of good reason,
The devastation of undercooked seafood.
Youre not the Big Cheese, youre James Howard,
You ate a flower yesterday for no good reason at all.
You talk sometimes on the phone, with squirrels.

Hungry telltale vines with yielding castle-like formations of jelly and bad aftertastes.
The gatekeeper beckons with an ivory hand,
Carpel-tunnel, poodle-rag, jungle hubcaps,
The book keeper waits.
Poop.
Delving into the ivy and liquidated profits,
Revenue nougat, deficit caramel,
My left kidney aspirations
and the things Ted said about gas stations in Cincinnati:
you cant develop goats there.

Today were trying to navigate the dull,
The formation of sugar molecules under badgers thumb.
The likeness of Tom Jones,
The memory of Simons hamster skin collection.
The blank stare of stoned dogs.

Diddy doesnt do it daily
Or draining dads desert with the quiet salad tongs
And the longer ways of steady, forgiving words.
Doing everything.
Jealous of the nun closet,
It can see out the window to the beach where crabs battle.
No waves.

Copyright © Wakingdream ... [ 2009-08-12 18:05:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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