Experimental writing, art poetry site, presenting dada, surrealist material, irrational rant, rumour and ridicule ...for oh yea and oh yea/did he gradely speek his speek/and in paraliptics did he spoke his speek/in a way way and roundybouty way/and for all those who could understood his overstanding/which was mandy/upon them did he fall his flood of good/and upon those whom missed his bandwagon/which included the philipsteins/and the christmaslights...
Nothing can stand againstMark Twain.
And so
and until empty
exhaust all of these shells of selves
for all opposites are complimentary
just like all enemies
like friends
are all parts of
ourselves.
[yeah! right!]
posted by Jon Lemmon @ 8:58 AM
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AND I DREAM THAT
boldly
and with minature
furniture
glued
to my head
with underground water
seeping into my shoe
i demonstrate wellington food
forcible entry with spoons
a surprise
bric-a-brac attack
and although the money is bad
the plumbing perks are good
WARNING:
ALL THEORIES ARE CORRECT
ALL SPELLING MISTAKES
ARE INTENTIONAL
ALL POEMS
ARE SIMPLY MADE UP
AND ARE PURELY
INCONSEQUENTIAL
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If you just stop, and very carefully listen, you might just faintly hear, the cosmos laughing. Tony.
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