July 01, 2009
Pixelated Wars
Howls shrilled inside a tin shed perched on a desert mountaintop.
The sky shone an even blue over heads, peaks and branches.
A door slammed shut; eight legs scurried onto dusty roads followed by the wing of a loon and hot breeze.
The shadow of a plane wobbled darkly on the ground.
As eight eyes and four hearts transcended corporeal, a dog sought refuge.
June 29, 2009
I was looking for a free table and here is what I found instead:
Free Packing Styrofoam (Tons!)
June 28, 2009
A quick little story by team Evelove Glimorous:
Floridian dragons frolicked along crusty shores. They stumbled across a bearded ex-marine washed up on the shore, a man named Ortallia who had recently lost his dog. Four days before the wash up, he looked over and saw his dog coconut in a tree with a Mexican man. He was more taken by the man than his dog, for the man was a young vibrant stallion with golden eyelashes. His name was Chorizo Grande, and for a good reason. Chorizo was the local prince and had many fine habits including horse spanking, naked cartwheels, smoke rings, and something the townspeople referred to as "stirring the pot". Ortallia was so taken by Chorizo, he decided he needed a taste for himself. After suckling away on his sausage, he chomped his teeth down hard for a juicy bite. Chorizo was severely distraught by Oratllia's oral violence; he pulled his sword from his deepest pocket, and sliced Ortlallia's dog in two. Aliens, who had been observing the commotion the whole time, interrupted the probe-a-thon to intervene, and zapped Chorizo in half with a lazar beam. Poor Ortallia, now dogless and heartbroken, drunk himself into a stupor and dove head-first into the sea. Upon jumping in, he was immediately swallowed by a hungry octopus. But the octopus, disgusted by the foul taste of Ortellia, dislodged him into a pile of fish poo. Meanwhile.... deep in space, the aliens were having an orgy with the body of Ortellia's dog grafted to Chorizo's head.
The end
June 25, 2009
RIP Michael Jackson!
June 25, 2009
Here are some noteworthy comments on yesterday's walk with my good friend Jon Raasch.
Discussion of our mutual adoration, but often over-usage of words fuck and ass
Sniffing of mint, tree and rosebud
Blistery feet
The appropriation of foodstuffs from a Korean market specializing in rice and it's many odd forms
Rolling mountain climb
A plethora of bikers in spandex uniforms
A single pink toddler shoe
Musings on the aging process and whether or not the penis, vagina, and other bodily parts really matter at all
One ominous looking church housing Portland's entire alzheimer community
29 houses with tie dye tapestries hanging in front windows
The consumption of two sour raspberries plucked from the bush of a stranger
82nd street hum