Wednesday, October 28, 2009

A Gripping Hamburgerous Jock

Sinuous is the malapropism that abates loquaciously.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The Palpable Onus

Do not twirl with he who wears the green shoe, or you will be nailed on the table by the horrendous hat with hypertrophy.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Killig the Sea Urchin

The lossing of the frog will make the cripple strong, but find it again and the horn it grew will surely spear you.

Hiding in the Wilderness

If the dancing hippopotamus is a free woodchuck, the frog melts into vision.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Empty Ukelele

If thou are thirsty they must cross the ocean of mistrust and giving of pain.
If I am hungry thou must follow me to the god if the yore you own.

Ham The Cow

How the forking of our yore is if the funny broom keeps stumbling?
But if it helps the world will surely twist in rhythm to the gory din.

The Lopsided Fish

The leaf is the felling of a space, but the tree is the bringing of time.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

The Rusty Kipel

If the port of kilts fall in the kitchen, the chicken is ruined.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The stale arse

The mollusk will bellow in the winds of the unmarried syblings

Strum the lard of seals

Simplicity is the bliss of ones damp nostril

Hearing colours

Discussing moral integrity may be the light of the forgotten cuttlefish

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

The Swan of Insight

Therefore the lizard is determined by the wierd.

From the mortal's eye

Superfluous incantations are the excess waste of the armadillo helmet

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Gaylord And Its Goats Part II

The misery of a dead sheep is the only cure for happiness.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

from the lips of liberty

nevertheless you are you are struck by the stream of neverending lobes

Delaying madness

beginnings are only the new ways to divert water to different sections of the glass

gaylord and its goats

smart is only the way of breeding abominations

clouds at the sunset

beware of the subtle fourth

morphing slamander

more of you less of me is the balance of the foot in water

mary and ross

If thou art create art create it in abated customs