Ramblings

[skonen_blades]

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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[jeff2001.livejournal.com]

I don't think you got seconds right. They seem sort of green slivers of something sweet which melt on your tongue. True you have to keep them in the freezer or they will sublime directly to gaseous form.

Thank you for your comments, by the way. I'm glad you're still out there and reading, though I am still haunted by the image of you jogging in your underwear.

[skonen-blades.livejournal.com]

Well, there are long seconds and short seconds. It's the short seconds that sublime. The seconds of first kisses, near misses, chases, and near-death experiences. I was talking about the long seconds. The seconds of waiting at the bus stop, making copies, and furniture delivery. I hear what you're saying, though.

As for the underwear, YOU'RE WELCOME. : )