Friday, January 25, 2008

today, from the refrigerator

the narrative:

my friend felt like a girl under worship

trudge together through delirious and hot chocolate


the imperative:

death of a mother by sausage

please stop shaking the fluffy fiddle puppy at her breast

smear sweet lather on your shadow

always incubate repulsive language

yes you may beat up a drunk wet purple honey finger

watch their peaches

the philosophic:

a languid flood would recall my power

sleep after a bitter vision

3 comments:

Julie Pippert said...

a languid flood would recall my power.

All cool!

But no attributed tos!

Mel said...

please stop shaking the fluffy fiddle puppy at her breast

*chuckling*

I might haffta steal that one!

Anonymous said...

We used to do that too, but now we have a fridge that isn't magnetic.
Cheers