Thursday, December 23, 2010

There’s a rogue elephant that likes to sit in on business meetings. If you find him in your office it’s best to just ignore him, he never owns up to being there anyways. He was last seen in downtown Chicago drinking from the lake.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Oh settlers, the earth has cracked in two. The ice is splitting its fire at temperatures never felt before. There’s a gala, a benefit, on a train to promote relief. It’s filled with musicians that are already dead, playing instruments no one’s ever seen. And here JR is whispering softly, singing at frequencies never heard before.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A whirlwind of flames spiraling high danced across fields, bringing traffic to a halt.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

This is my initiative to have no more initiative. Get rid of the illusion of control and let myself be engulfed by the wave of carnivorous cannibalistic consumerism.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

There’s a man that lives in a house surrounded by extracted bee stingers. He’s convinced this is all the home security he will ever need.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Friday, October 8, 2010

My pocket watch stops time, as longs as I don’t say anything.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The price cheapens the item. The essence of the thing. Adhesives are a thing of evil. If anything, the price belongs on a noose and needs to be hung.

Monday, September 13, 2010

For one Absinthe Sparrow Delicatessen catch one unsuspecting Sparrow in mid flight and drown it in Absinthe. Light the alcohol on fire and voila, thy bird is cooked and ready to be eaten.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Let us swim dear friends. Let us swim in the lake in the sky. It is only accessible by an old rickety bridge. Our journey will be long, but the reward shall be great.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Three Doberman guarding butter and spoiled children acting like piggies. The dogs turn into sirens and swim away when the giants come home at night. In the water they beckon me to join them.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Are Bears still barefoot when they wear shoes?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

There's a spider in my sugar. But fret not dear friends, for I shall make spider tea.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Flower petals fill the air as the trees all die in unison. Protesting our cities and machines and lives. Floating up towards the stars, they take their place in the heavens.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Shut your vision dear eyes. Look not into the crowd. For they are ordinary and ugly. Their smiles and serious inconsequential concerns are grotesque. Gaping. Filthy and stuffed like piggies waiting for slaughter. The layers of their faces jiggling as they gleefully over-enjoy music in elevators.

Monday, April 5, 2010

My people, live your lives as I do. I come not from the now. I come from the future and the past. I have lived the everlasting mind numbing cycle a thousand times. For eternal spinning continuous living follow my life. I peel the flesh off my face. Tear out my jaw. Saw off my head. Walk into a dessert and bury the pieces. I rot in the ground. My bone begins to disintegrate with time. And somewhere in the distant next day I am found and transformed to my previous glory by a warm and blinding light. There I find myself again in the beginning, only to repeat my offenses in the morrow. This my dear people is the key to the drought of forever.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Monday, March 15, 2010

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Listen here, you living. You progress. You people of revolution. Know thy reaper! He comes not on a pale horse. He carries not a sickle. And he wears not a black hood. He plays not chess for goodness sake! The reaper is an old foreign woman shrouded in ninety-nine blankets. She wears no shoes. She can be seen crossing bridges at inconceivably slow speeds. the same frozen expression on her face no matter how hot or cold the weather may be. She is an apparition. An eidolon. And she sees not the world you and I do. She inhabits a subset. A compartment of reality in the form of a frozen tundra. And she can only project her image to take the wasted lives from the nothingness whence they came. Cut the fat. Heed this warning, oh good people. For today she comes for you. And she's mightily pissed off. As she should be.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The river thaws as the ocean boils. Fishermen were hungry, and too lazy to drag those damned creatures out of the water. So they threw in stick after stick of dynamite. Raising the temperature of the seas to make a nice bouillabaisse.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Have you ever seen holes in the ice that reveal violent tides underneath? That's leopard seals, you see. They've automated penguin hunting by installing giant underwater vacuum machines that suck up the cute aquatic birdies. It's a shame really. These devices are causing pointless tides. Completely screwing up the migratory paths of wales, who are now mysteriously ending up in small lakes across landlocked countries. And those good for nothing seals, they just hang about and get stoned, chewing on poisonous algae while over penguining the oceans.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Oh in this age of records we remember just as little as before. Spinning round as the broken record howls its foul tune once more.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Where am I from you ask? I am a citizen of nothing. At home nowhere. Especially not in this place. What am I doing here? I got lost on the way to transcendence. So come you lost dogs, you brothers of infinity and zero. We shall have some fun in this heat. The flames roaring louder every time we laugh. Smile like fools and drink to tomorrow and yesterday, for today has already been wasted. As the fog eats the consequences of our actions let us quietly slip into Chinese lanterns and float away. Over some great big ocean of antiseptic toilet bowl cleaner and into a land of blissful irrelevance.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010