Ramblings

Liposuction for the brain:

A ludicrous symposium written on the back of a napkin in the shade of a walrus tongue by two scared clones of Jesus.

The Iron Age has hurt us. We tear the buildings down. In the movies, the bad men have scars.

I have a physics bill that I want passed into law. I want the senate of universal field equations and religious ideals to ratify it. I need to have it added to the unseen constitution in between Newton and Hawking.

A cross between gravity and pheromones. Snake-like emotion rays in a red clay jug. This is a broth made from weaselbone stock and seasoned with mulberry bush. This the straightest line between two points that doesn’t respect law.

I stripped the seconds out of this watch. All of them. They’re in a bag in the freezer. They’re great with ice and vodka.

The watch still works but it doesn’t tell time anymore. It’s a watch for a mime.

I wrapped up Rome and sold it to a time-traveling salesman. He sold it to the States a hundred years ago. This is Temporal Tennis.

I make soap out of the fat that I suck out of my ideas.


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