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Saturday, August 31st, 2013

 

Things to forget:

your new umbrella
bus card
glasses
the direction home

Friday, August 30th, 2013

 

from Flirts in Skirts

Scene: the kitchen just behind a chap’s left ear.

Bud (slapping down a stack of photographs on to the kitchen table next to Jed’s breakfast plate): What are these?
Jed: They are photographs of girls’ knees.
Bud: Where did they come from?
Jed: I took them with my new Canon EOS 100D with an EF 70-200mm f/2.8L USM Telephoto lens
Bud: Don’t you know that girls’ knees are evil?
Jed: They make me feel like mealtime.
Bud: Girls’ knees are the invention of Satan. He went to the bottom of the abyss and scooped up a handful of the blackest evil and compressed it into bone and cartilage to make girls’ knees.
Jed: But I am in love with girls’ knees.
Bud: You are a clown man.

Thursday, August 29th, 2013

 

A brand new idea
Going to go nowhere
But travel with it anyway
The only certainty is
Surprise (it says here)

Wednesday, August 28th, 2013

 

from Flirts in Skirts

Scene: the inside of a chap’s skull, just outside the brain.

Jed: I am in love with Betty.
Bud: She is a flirt. Forget her. She does not believe in God.
Jed: But she has legs, and is always smiling toward my house.
Bud: All girls have legs, except some of the severely disabled.
Jed: But she wears such short skirts, I am in love with them.
Bud: Short skirts are the invention of Satan. He invented them during his clothing period.
Jed: But Betty is my Destiny.
Bud: You are a man idiot.

Tuesday, August 27th, 2013

 

1958 (No Words)

Monday, August 26th, 2013

 

She was unsure of which way to go
but decided upon Nouth.

Sunday, August 25th, 2013

 

It’s okay to be senselessly lyrical, but don’t be an unnecessary whisper.

Saturday, August 24th, 2013

 

When pressed to your lips burned dry by the sun
the ripening fruit becomes the ruined house
where a lonely and bedraggled man sought a last refuge
all those years ago before he grew old.

Friday, August 23rd, 2013

 

A NOTE ON SARCASM: Sarcasm is irony in a bad mood.

Thursday, August 22nd, 2013

 

Baby, this morning I woke up to find
Google has given me Google+
But I don’t want Google+
I want a fiery harlot beckoning me into the bottomless abyss of loopy decadence
Not fucking Google+

Do they do a Google-?