tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47460037147293950932012-02-16T00:13:13.852-08:00'&Iota;&omicron;&upsilon;&lambda;&iota;&alpha;&nu;&pi;&omicron;&theta;&omega;<br><br> "Oh, I desire too much"the blarney stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04849737446707937083noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746003714729395093.post-58232083102574299732011-10-09T01:11:00.000-07:002011-10-09T01:23:17.661-07:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">So many things are happening, it is like living inside a machine made of bones where touching each piece of bone does something wildly different to your life, only the floor &amp; walls are made of bones too &amp; you are constantly tripping &amp; falling down, every move you make activates one of the bone shards &amp; you are careening off into a terrifying but probably beautiful future<br /><br />Listen I started a webcomic -- it is not very funny:<br /><a href="http://dropkickbabies.com">dropkickbabies.com</a><br /><br />You will probably not want to be friends with me anymore after reading it<br /><br />Life is sure a large violent exciting creature sometimes, isn't it<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4746003714729395093-5823208310257429973?l=excessivevibrato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the blarney stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04849737446707937083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746003714729395093.post-45441487577003171502011-05-31T13:32:00.000-07:002011-05-31T13:39:07.453-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">He.</span></span><br />No more hotels for us we slept in the car</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">blocked the windows with heavy tarpaulin</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to hide the fireworks show</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I said Where are we headed</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">she said God only knows</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Then why all the burning</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-I am an emitter of flames</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Yes but why</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Chemicals oxygen heat</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Is it fatal</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Perhaps</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-For you or for me</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-God only knows</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Does moving steadily or erratically help</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Yes very much</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Which</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Erratically but in one direction</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-East</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Yes east</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Why east</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">-Away from that yellow time<br />------------------------------<br />(you see she doesn't trust beauty either)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">She.<br /></span></span>We straight-up eschewed all inns<br />blacked out the windscreens with butcher paper<br />no sense in showing off<br /><br />he got thoughtful asked Where to sunshine<br />I shot back Hell if I know<br />-Crazy thing those peepers of yours<br />-Just call me Bottle Rocket<br />-What’s that all about<br />-O the usual sparks fuses timers<br />-You mean you’re gonna go off<br />-At some point<br />-What about the debris<br />-Hell if I know<br />-Can we make that fuse any longer<br />-Well what do you think we’re doing mister<br />-So we keep rolling then<br />-Thataway<br />-Atlantic<br />-Atlantic<br />-Remind me why<br />-I’m tired of fake sunsets<br />--------------------------------<br />I think he's supercharged with death too<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4746003714729395093-4544148757700317150?l=excessivevibrato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the blarney stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04849737446707937083noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746003714729395093.post-72724046385471447172011-05-01T19:49:00.000-07:002011-05-02T12:43:32.048-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">skin your hands my boy<br />skin em raw &amp; red<br />on the sharp salt rocks<br /><br />(skin em like you believe in em)<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4746003714729395093-7272404638547144717?l=excessivevibrato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the blarney stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04849737446707937083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746003714729395093.post-57882894842645506522011-04-27T01:50:00.000-07:002011-04-27T01:54:47.513-07:00God rides around in a convertible<br />his long hippie hair sunning in the breeze<br /><br />he takes the little tissues of our worries<br />tears them into white shards throws them<br /><br />all overboard<br />they shoot around his fenders like spring snow<br /><br />but I had one worry<br />it wouldn’t biodegrade out on the backroads<br /><br />the crumbs started seeping into the topsoil<br />poisoning any hungry birds or amphibians<br /><br />soon the whole watershed<br />was grey with pollution<br /><br />and the Good Lord is miles ahead now<br />enjoying his Sunday drive<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4746003714729395093-5788289484264550652?l=excessivevibrato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the blarney stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04849737446707937083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746003714729395093.post-76581198066630931202011-02-03T19:06:00.000-08:002011-02-03T19:11:56.667-08:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">fr. 1</span><br /><br />It was that time of day it was yellow everywhere<br />sheets of it coated people's throats<br />drops of it clogged up the waterworks<br />its pedestrians were small bits of syrup glowing<br />yellow always yellow<br /><br />Step after step over every alive flower<br />I moseyed into town<br />said Maybe I will go opaque when night comes<br /><br />your thin lizard arms were they sunset colored<br />or do I misremember<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">fr. 2<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span></span> Get in the car she said hurry<br />we don't have much time<br />my eyes are already going like a forest fire<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">fr. 3</span><br /><br />Little bedrocked solid flesh<br />in the cool morning<br />I will munch my breakfast tucked up against you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4746003714729395093-7658119806663093120?l=excessivevibrato.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the blarney stonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04849737446707937083noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4746003714729395093.post-29766118342857697192008-04-09T00:05:00.000-07:002011-02-19T21:45:28.181-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFhblt3PvaQ/R_v4SV5nYvI/AAAAAAAAACs/QXT5R6RwwAo/s1600-h/shelley.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187012389847393010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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