Wednesday, January 30, 2013

toeMATtoes, not toeMATEtoes

I don't like shopping in aisles with tomatoes. They're always complaining about the other fruit not knowing that they are one themselves.

Monday, January 28, 2013

What a mess

Slush. No question need be asked.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Hey mister. Spare a couple of bucks.

I have so few folks reading this blog that its giving me vaginal cramps.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Whimsy

"The more the merrier" - Satan

Sauerkraut is good on your hair

Its a very nice peanut butter. Its a very nice hunk of cheese.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Dominisco gin

The demon alcohol. Is affecting my spelling. Made me feel like beeting my potatoes. Red.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Watch out

I've been talking to my cat. Felix. Felix is not happy with many of you. Watch out.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Memorrr

I put my brain down somewhere but damned if I can remember where.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

We are alone

Got to face the music. Odd phrase.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The free thow of floughts

Maybe this is finished. Or maybe I've got an itch.
Someone asked me if there was some... order to my thoughts on this blog. No, I said. And left it at that. Except to say that I'm operating on the Andre Breton 'ism' of 'letting the machine babble'.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Bonus prize

The universe we are conscious of is not the squirrel's universe.


Thursday, January 10, 2013

Sir, sir. I know.

Why do 20ers find the need to either be overjoyed by life or depressed by it? (You have fifteen seconds.)


Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Don't let me fall.

Why can't we remember the future? We forget the past.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Much remained to be said

This is much better. Said the bowl to the spoon.

Monday, January 7, 2013

a great disappointment.

this picture is a loss. I am disemboweling it.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Dali is not my uncle

Dali woke me up from my dream last night. From the inside.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

This is my nightmare

New Years Day and I'm off to Starbucks. Isn't that interesting? No. I didn't think so either.