something just wiggles into your brain

something nonsensical

something seemingly unrelated to anything that is in any way relevant to anything
and you NEED NEED NEED to immerse yourself in that thing RIGHT NOW

this is what just happened to me

and I found myself watching this beautiful motherfucker:

and I'm wondering..
how does this happen?
how do you find yourself slurring your way through a song about luring partners to presumably do sex to, with an extraneous car you used to be in a show with back way when these far too young for you ladies were maybe unborn? your mouth working so hard but unable to properly form the ridonkulous (let's be honest here) lyrics, but it doesn't matter because you have money and fame and people the world over find you oddly endearing (I mean I can't be the only one clearly) and what's with the cheesy backgrounds and the low budget everything, is this a parody or are you just taking whatever you can get? you with your glassy glassy eyes sitting in your skull like little blue grapes set in a too-ripe and slightly squishy melon.


and then I remember the shirtless on the floor eating a cheeseburger video and just think that the agony/ecstasy dichotomy of life is sometimes very amusing.


always with the food.

to be expanded into a 3000 page novel

Lyle Mung and Laurel Mung sat in a booth at Denny's with their three children. Lyle ordered grits and bacon, Laurel ordered a Grand Slam with brown toast, two eggs over easy, hash browns, and pancakes. Morris, their eldest, ordered "pancake puppies" which were just a shitty imitation of timbits. The twins each ordered waffles. Nina had strawberry syrup while Estlin chose "generic butter flavour" syrup, but spread a little bit of peanut butter into each tiny square before pouring it on. Nobody smiled because they were all still thinking about the roadkill crow flapping like a garbage bag on the highway and their breakfast tasted like guilt or sadness or something equally unappetizing. 

you just keep me hanging on

magic magic lanterns so your see lanterns whose sold sold many sold for you
than feelings you
than so things you
than feelings are

hornby

we were down by the playground and the sheep escaped
there was a flaw with the gate, and some sheep ran away
and nobody believed us when our story relayed
and I don't know if I believe it myself anymore

Everything Bagel 19/04/2010

old man Dempster looking back

salut the slut, six to a pack

easy on them onion bits

too much change isn't good for him

racist, homophobe, anti-semite
that is speculation he could've been nice
for all I know he's still alive

rocking his teeth out in the bentwood

look at the hills, look at the mountains

look at the children weaned on my bagels

  

I would like to fight. I've been running up and down the stairs in a grey sweatsuit for ages, LET'S GO.

hairy downy blue baby

me cannot stand what you have become
me cannot stand what I have become
me cannot stand what anybody has become
me is socially competent
me is sexually retarded
me likes cookies
me likes vegetables
me likes vegetable cookies
me was joking
did you know me has two children
me cannot remember the conception or birth of either
me had a rough time in twenties
me feels euphoric when me wakes up too early in the morning
and spills pineapple juice on myself

i am going to write the saddest story in the world ever
and it will be published the world over
and none of it will be true
and all of it will be heartbreaking
it will be laughable; it will be horrible
and it will keep me in kraft dinner for life

thank god it's you baby this time instead of me

you keep blinking those giant amphibian eyes at me

door