Monday, March 21, 2011

THE SUN SHINES INTO THE CREMATORIUM FOR A REASON

Once you get to know its favoritism, the lobster roach isn't so hateful.

The former jealousy and sense of rejection becomes its own dubious anti-jealousy and anti-rejection – even with the roach's attention diverted fondly toward one's loathsome cousin or tennis rival.

A bread loaf takes up the last square inch of space on this century's most controversial sex tape.

Cincinnati with its tired heels sinks into a cold used Lipton teabag.

In the forbidding Garden of Spongebob, yellow perforated sleet holds one's hand.

Hydrant-Face Ford Double-Cab masturbates languidly to advertisements of its forebears because it's exotic to do so.

Particularly to the 'Hydrant-Face Double-Cab Badass Psycho Motherfucker' Ford model in a trite 60s Frankfurter Algemeine ad placement.

Buddhist ska is now trending; it embodies a few of the hardest aspects of trying to moo when the moment least calls for it.

One's personal space fills with solitude.

At crematoriums an unknown perfidious force sometimes damages the ovens' drape runners.

Bingo ear infection and other gems.

The cure of breathing deeply in and out mystically and mindfully.

In parodies, this is often spoiled by a damaged navel spring.

2 comments:

  1. I am feeling tenderly toward Lobster Roach. It must be difficult for him, being thought hateful.

    I would say that Hydrant-Face Ford Double-Cab is a bit of a freak, but 'Hydrant-Face Double-Cab Badass Psycho Motherfucker' Ford kinda turns me on too, so I probably shouldn't judge.

    Also. Buddhist Ska. Yes, please.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Lobster Roaches live harmoniously with other roach kinds.

    ReplyDelete

Search This Blog

There was an error in this gadget

Followers