2009

Mind met blurb, and this page was born. Random babble-thoughts bubbling to some kind of internet surface; shared in pixels and pleasantries. Conclusions at your own risk.

Blurbs no longer babes are unabashedly burried in navigation’s embalming embrace.
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9.15.9
endurance of the fittest squirrel sasquatch quidditch

7.14.9
timpany drums disguise the tiptoe sounds of ninja feet on wood slats, assassination tango

7.2.9
we only know the untimely things, the itchy things, the things that creep and creek in the night, when you’re in bed, when you’re half asleep, when you’re most vulnerable to suggestion. We only know those things, the other things are all rational speculation.

7.1.9
sticks and stones and elephant bones, owned by the estate of the late Michael Jackson

6.24.9
nice to have versus not nice to have, versus not having.

6.22.9
still-life with blood pecker, brood speckler, should hackler—a swatterbrain scatter-bottle

6.19.9
duckbill huntmaster, wack-a-doodle plastic-caster cutsville clicker-clacker

6.15.9
do it yourself! roll your own! re-invent the wheel! NOBODY CAN TAKE THAT FROM YOU!

6.10.9
a fall from gross, landed somewhere just short of sensible

6.9.9
days pass between thinking about time. I notice the clock only sporatically.

6.5.9
a slight breeze actually contains quite a lot of kenetic energy, currents are all around us

6.4.9
randy random renaldo, rolling eyeball rico suave, reynold’s wrap weaponized

6.2.9
ontario’s ornathopter anger, swirling above the states like an avalanche of afro

5.28.9
a mind slips like the land-slug through time and space, a silouette of the salt hangs above

5.21.9
sought and stoned, a saturn salsa slides meaninfully toward midnight

5.20.9
coolie and cooling, crowded cavorting and cleanroom clarity
The wise cat dances jazz. (missing b)
The wise cat dances jazz barefoot. (missing g, u)
The wise cat dances barefoot through jazz hands. (missing k)
Wise cat kings dance barefoot through jazz hands. (missing l)
Wise cat kings dance barefoot jazz thoughtfully. (missing m)
My wise cat king dances barefoot jazz thoughtfully. (missing p)
fuck it.

5.19.9
good groundhog’s day grousing! Jumping joseph’s fat!

5.18.9
embraced emergency, emcee emertus at the empathy embargo

5.14.9
sweat and swept, upward upstream understand upscale usurpers, capers capes

5.12.9
wiped out and whimpering, wrinkled and whistful

5.11.9
awe inspiring hand holding, awesome action, inspired sure fire sires

5.8.9
all goofed and gooey

5.7.9
catharsis and canundrum

5.5.9
a ceramic cartoon crayon, or a carooming cylinder of silver, jetfighter gigantic, jumbo trampled flight

5.4.9
sweeping and swooning swept up in cartoon violence and velvet visions

5.1.9
minor improvements melting minotaur mountain

4.28.9
wringing hands and grapes, fingers twined like grappling snakes

4.27.9
message meet medium, medium’s breath in one message built for blasphemy, the message is the medium
Motivate the masses!

4.23.9
whale penises, blubber bursting, briny and blimpy, frothy foaming sea clutter, flotsam and jetsam jettisoned jism

4.21.9
I hope to someday look back on this day. I will not remember it, but if I’m looking, at least I’m still alive.

4.20.9
pot day, stoner’s holiday, silly string strung out

4.16.9
Some words are less effective than others at some tasks, also depends on your audience.
This should be obvious, but there are those who would argue the inherent value of words.
Those people are idiots.

4.15.9
cars and cycles, wheels and wrinkles

4.14.9
twos and fours and strong construction numbers, clamouring for clemency

4.13.9
fine and finer, finest finger facts flung far for final fervency

4.9.9
papa-oooh mow mow … who was that man? shaking hands? he made my maybe fall when he shoved me.

4.8.9
auditorium loud, auditorium enthusiasm, stadium portent

touch is the most sensitive sense.

4.7.9
A twit, a twat.
Simple bifurcation builds a system of desperation. A brain-dammaged depiction of determination.

4.6.9
Starting out is a lot like starting up, they might even be the same direction… but not necessarily.
Of course, neither is like starting in or starting down, both of which are arcane arts best left for those of us who are odd starters to begin with.

4.3.9
barbie dolls and donuts, barbells and bimbos

4.1.9
april showers bring FOOLS TO THEIR KNEES!

3.30.9
when silver and gold can’t buy you, it’s sure that something else will

3.28.9
systems of perseverance, perpetuation of personality in the face of placidity and plasticity

3.27.9
matching is for machines, humans find patterns… there’s a difference.

3.25.9
the opposite of attraction: detraction, subtraction, extraction, infraction
-tions are sometimes shuns.

3.20.9
interviews and outerviews, outerspection and introspeculation
eyeballs are lenses, and from different distances, have differring effects on observation

3.18.9
boredom is the great catalyst for innovation

3.17.9
it’s a grip of a gambit, gimme gimme gimbal gumball, grenadine grenade
The early worm gets eaten.

3.12.9
serpentine sublime, toothache in my rattlesnake tail
tattle trail, oregon tale, winding and shedding, whisper threading
through thissle and gristle over branches and brambles, human handholds
wrap my snakeneck around your chestbreath forcing your exhale death

3.9.9
to the nines. dressed to rest, reset the limp rest,
felt vests and crushed velvet, heart-shaped biscuit,
bigger than a bread box, put it in my magic basket
easter eggs and northern legs, wester ring finger facing south
truth out, peace out, piece of truth in my outbox
summer sox, winter ox goldilox chickenpox voicebox cocks
strained at the reigns of the pixel plough, digital churn
back-burning tinsel till, soiled oil in my LCD

3.5.9
why no seven? leaving out numbers by surrender. Building blocks of awesome.

3.4.9
utopian divan, silken sheets draped over pillows on pedestals

3.3.9
multiples are magnificent, lots of marbles lost in numbers

2.27.9
a horde of demons is worth two in the bush

2.26.9
outgassed and outgunned, outmassed and outmoded

2.24.9
breathing room and bubble wrap, we’ve got blisters in the blizzard and buzzards on our gizzards

2.18.9
bitching is buzz kill, befriend your bastards
the best laid plans are still brittle and woebegone

2.17.9
chiefly and clearly, concering the citations we’ve cited and creatively cobbled cobbled, we’re crunk.

2.13.9
winter tides of snow and ice, waves crashing curbside at glacial speeds

2.12.9
breaking down list: tears, ripped jeans, running mascara, juicy fruit gum, despair

2.11.9
a trumpet of timelines and thunderous metadata, tumultuous project management, a symphony of synergy

2.10.9
thermal gnutella war, nutjob mouthticate, masticate-masturbate

2.9.9
a simple slippery eyesore, cannons for conventions and criminal investigations like intravenous injections

2.5.9
a frightening effort of focus. The will of waste, wretched forhead wrinkles.
We sequestor ourselves in ‘scapes of scenic safety.

2.3.9
nature’s fingers, feeling in limbs, electric tingles in tangled frozen tundras of tenacity

2.2.9
tutus and trumpets, the tumbling trunks of trembling elephants

1.29.9
zombie bumble bee: dead stinger, you sting me and die a second time

1.27.9
meta meat : eta eat, slow slew : crow coo
The dissatisfaction of the many outweighs the satisfaction of the few.

1.26.9
grief and genius, guile and generosity. Give a glimmer of a gift to tuesday.

1.23.9
dispiriting disambiguation and out-of-sorts outing where wikipedia’s entries entangle

1.21.9
A falacy, this frenetic frequency of feeling. Fake bake. Emotional bombast.

1.20.9
cantankerous harlet akimbo narcissistic godhead embraced

1.19.9
Certain abstract concepts cannot be described without metaphor.
These concepts are broken temples crumbling in a jungle of intellectualism.

1.16.9
Acts of god: First Act: conflict introduction, Second Act: conflict escalation, Third Act: conflict resolution

1.15.9
I’d forgotten what remembering was like

The memory of something isn’t half as destructive as its real-world counterpart. But it can be twice as disruptive.

1.14.9
a grappling hook noon, reaching for the stable orbit, that
two-prong’d foghorn fist-machine,
grappling for gears growls and gangly fear-struck-fightmongering

an anfibian orgasm, slippery between swimming wet and walking erect

1.12.9
confabulated flabbergated flatupated twitterbated
describing eyes, gasping grin, fortuous fingers

1.9.9
numbers are approximate, hearts and feelings are exact

1.8.9
abstract action adventure – AbAcAd …abra.
strategy puzzle game names named

1.7.9
gone, as a concept, emptiness, like envisioning zero…
nothingness, nothingnicity, nothingnatiousness
an empty glass is still a glass, as tangible and physical as the rest of the universe

1.6.9
Today is the dinosaur’s back, a scale past expensive.
We are clumsy turtles, scraping our hard bellies against the dirt.