It’s been a wild discovery ride on a lunatic horse, through a hall of mirrors inside and out my first…
In Loving Memory of Our Own Buddy Holley. September 7, 1936 to February 3, 1959
Someone nailed the notice to the cross of the apex synthesist In the days before The Large Language Models sucked…
Syncretist-she
#claudemonet brush-strokes #preludeafternoonofafaun covers of #Gauguin running for death among the lepers #vangogh losing her mind time and again and…
Handwritten-her
#tseliot the self-loathing the auto-sauvage the stupid fake accent #eecummings throwing majesty mastery in our faces like the wings off…
fast as #Ebola .. twice as messy .. spill on Aisle 9
? remember #themonkees #imabeliever 10 days in i so am fast as #Ebola twice as messy spill on Aisle 9…
as if she effortless’d ghosts, gods, blessed devils, violated
as if she effortless’d ghosts gods blessed devils violated angels shanghai’d them to get down in fractal-ass symphonies of her…
Man-o-man, I feel like William Blake, stunned like a ox, struggling to rebuild from the criminals
Man-o-man, I feel like William Blake, stunned like a ox, struggling to rebuild from the criminals, to hang onto the…
If only the thrill were gone … thrill begone
Kill my thrill. Kill me. Kill ELLY MAY
Kill my thrill … out of my … fuck me
Pretty Bernard Purdie, go’an give Miss Elly May Clampett a full pound of ’em fatback drums
Swenys Pharmacy, Dublin
Elly May, Dylan n Roald, woodshedding monks all
ROALD DAHL’s writing shed DYLAN THOMAS’ writing shed https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-wales-37342271
I missed a whole job interview here in DOGE-time head up in Elly May Land
Wild week here, my head up in Annie-Land, man I missed a whole job interview here in DOGE-time Mgt got…
Elly May’s the grace, the carriage of Katherine Hepburn, just without the LL Bean accent
Dear Diary: my first week as an Elly May fan
Just got home from work. Walking FRODO-THE-DOG, who has just taken care of bidness. Listening to John Stewart and Rory…
Elly May’s the courage, the carriage, of Katherine Hepburn in her Rooster Cogburn pants
Elly May hit a note was a Monet brush stroke
Love-child of Joni Mitchell (vox) n Sister Rosetta Tharpe (axe)
With heave of cat at hairball-hack
with heave of cat at hairball-hack came the temblors came the tremors undid generations pock-marked families shot in the head…
Stanley see the big big sea
for stanley as you can see lacking memory one must go to the sea see the pretty maypoles hand in…
Knee-Walking in Laurel … It’s A Dirty Old Town
Tuesday night. Ms Brasil reports unwell, remnants to hear it of some disagreeing grub. So, I cab over from Boones,…
40 years after hearing “No Blue Skies”, one time only under a Death Valley sky …
40 years after hearing “No Blue Skies” One time only Under a death valley sky The harsh one Under the…
Counsel from these failed to launch
Gramps, lies and videotape (c timehack)
00:03 [Music] nothing wrong with the old man cheers salute salute cheers and to you Annie picture here briefly everything…
Gramps, lies and videotape (AI GPT Summary)
Summary The video presents a candid conversation that unfolds as a personal narrative about family history, life experiences, and reflections…
Stanley seek the big big sea
stanley at dropbox for stanley as you can see lacking memory one must go to the sea see the pretty…
Hija Anemone
she seek underwater the sisters of the mountains that breathe the airshe seek mountains whose gills are the reefs upon…
One wants to have wanted to have been a good family man (lanternfish lament)
this father estranged from schoolsenragedat fools the mirrorsat fools as ponds to look into neverchose to leave the school for…
Jerez: Our stones beg for a river
Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.
Say, Scary Clown, set the infants down
Say, Scary Clown, set the infants down Among the vagina of vipers Eager so eager hiss them to sleep For…
Figs in the sun
Poison the wells with rotten bleat Leave the fur on Until infants Buried under goats and orthodoxy Dry like figs…
Bibi, gimme back the goddamn pliers (god)
No way, Yahweh.There’s more teeth left to pull