On Any Sunday

Sunday, Mar. 23, 2003 - 7:10 am
Ap�sl�min ida corbalanyrtne 'ls�o rohl'daathi�m v� nen�a iroyss�rd.

"...like trying to write it down with chalk on a swimming whale."

Sheesh. How didja like that one? Clunky, I thought, but it said exactly what I wanted, in a surreal sort of way. Probably was written under the influence of this stuff, some of which is almost good advice.

"If you want to cook spatulas, you'll need a suit."

"Beware the rubberized spinning top!"

"Never try to fill pimples."

"A pond in the Millennium Dome is worth two in the life-glug."

"A cucumber a day keeps the wire away."

"Early to measure the width of tinned pears, early to exterminate carpet tiles, makes a man poison-coated, annoying and straggly."

And these make perfect sense, in a strange way:

"I wish you wouldn't bubble-wrap those Belgians."

"Thou shalt not drop-kick snorkels."

"Turin shrouds! Thousands of them! All of them greasy!"

"I have reason to believe that you evolve into Chocolate Oranges."

This is your brain:

"Your stick is rotating."

This is your brain on psilocybin:

"I'm a rhesus monkey! I'm a little green pill! I'm angry! Smite the wing, smite the wing!"

Oh, gawd...this is my cousin Eugenie:

"I'm a fish-head and I'm okay - I attach bits of bacon to ice cubes all night and I titter at childhood sweethearts all day."

And this is my favorite, so far:

"Ten checkmated neanderthals, hanging on the goldfish bowl; ten checkmated neanderthals, hanging on the goldfish bowl; and if one checkmated neanderthal should accidentally make a short documentary about a kettle, there'd be nine checkmated neanderthals, hanging on the goldfish bowl."

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Gotta go. Jer and I are going for a hike in the mountains, just us two. The Fiend is thoroughly enmeshed with an armoire at the moment; he was driven out of bed at 5 am by the urge to paint little tiny crosses all over it.

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Ap�sl�min ida corbalan� 'lse nesgla ugar�-cham sa cru ogrulho bat�oltha al�mv�sde.

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