trash and treasure
why oh why i cry i try to cry but nothing comes out i pout but nothing i said nothing comes about. ah i sticketh my lower lip out for you. fo r uou. you-ou ou. ou of the shou. should i go whre?
what's a matta, ewe? yew? yes yew solstice soul stiss Twiss tree. red am i not. white am i not. blue i am not. bleed i red and it turns brown into the earthen color. dolor. cholor. melancholor i had a sad. i has a sad. a dad. dolorous sad. hope not a sad ddad.
Bag dad? bag sad? radio trip to birmigham bamb bama bama i
i aim for a rora a rohra rorate et dulcienea a dulcimenr is a sweetest sound dulcet in star sonstellationa black vests and stripy scarves or a tern, a nine-tern-ate-Ifor, a poor welsh wormie. go wormie go wormi go! go emo kid go! i crush on you ...crush i on you something big something fierce as your black feathred wing invisible as a cuckolds horns, but understnad i not what thou singest. remind me you of mr MACphisto not mephistopleeeeeeees
yer a hobbit with suspenders
i want yer stripy scarf doooooooooood
kelsey u muss be gettin hot in dat sportscote.
he and his ghost is dancing simulatatneusly
understand i not but "i'll be ok...more than i can take...and it's vag you'll want to be??? thi sis overwhelming " SCREAMO SCREAMO KID yer throt'll be hertin d00d
you muss be hott in that sportscoat
stick to the guidelines and ...derit? dert?
a vacuole wannabe?
oh mr chewning this punkish thrashing is very eciting...and so is yer hair ...this can be a bacchanale and you can be an avatar of bacchus, k? no drunkenication, but just intoxication of shamanbeats and vibrartion of air, deafining, and drunk on hormones and danceing and rokin and rollin to the BEAT the beatified beat rocking bassline mining the bass clef and boom bom boom booming "so hysterical" "Lets see allyer hands in the air...thats how afa rolls...keepit goin ...hold me down holdme down...freaksing ...cancer bats and rackets..." i wanna mash yer face with mine. OH YEAH! yer ears your voice makin my ears bleed blood of llllovoove most butiful chaso ever EVAR!
chaos i mena CHAOS! chaocity od noice of noisi clarinet bass asplzhun in ma earrrrs TOOT TOO MUCH SCREAMO-ing i wish i could hear yer wreds werds but for now i am just yellow and red lights and hyphnotization
we/i idenitfy objectify object person on screenstage whose jeans tern greans from yella light bodies roack and roll teach me to rockin rooollll
solving crime wile weee sing sily songs of LIEUUUTANT DA_ANNNN! ink fluffy cowpigs
bang bang band tell me how it is in red and blue lites show me your lips goth boy i wanna read them cus i cant hear them
too much transit grabbing you? is that waht you say
pentecost explodes the sky like a fluttering panoply of white birdswings...doveswings...dovesings in a thousand spokenlanguages
lekha dodi...she is mindaltered by the drmbeats and she calls him "my Dodi Al-Fayed" and she tries to nibble his ear and say "Dodi, i'll be your Diana, come on let's come out of this hazy darkened club to the fresh moonsweet* air. C'mon my baby, lets go out and see me, lets go out an' see ME in the sky, shining like newly whitened tteeth" and she nibles his ear with lipblunted teeth and she pulls him by his sweatshined wrist into the moonlight, clear and cool and silver. the trees were dark shadowes and silverblue light flowed to either side of them, making stripes on the grass and they heard the music of crickets overrtaking the now-growing-muffled drum'n'bass beats they left behind.
"out here, you c'n hear the earth sing, luv."
he was quiet. the moonlight colored his face light blue. she leand closer and put her ear to his slightly-parted lips to hear his breathing, then put it to his chest to hear the heartbeat. she started to chant in synch with this beat. "heart heart heart heart...yes...Riley, you are a shaman. You have been a shaman since your birth...no, since before your birth, your chest-drum beating since 12 weeks along. dance to it my love. dance with me."
he slowly raised his arms from his sides as though becoming cruciform or becoming a levitating eagle. his hair was like raven feathers on his face. she drew her hands along his arms, from his shoulders to his hands. she clasped his hands and slowly drew them down to hip level. She started to gently tap his right foot with her left foot, to the beat of his heart. then he started to tap his own feet, alternating, as though marching, and then their feet stomped the grassy earth together, and the beat grew faster and faster until their legs hurt from weariness and finally they collapsed on the green grass, flat on their backs, feet to feet, hearts pounding, chests heaving, minds trancing.
and they saw the full moon wane to a crescent, and the crescent looming closer to them, and touching them with its two points, and flooding them with its white silver blue light. and they saw the moon's craters, and living creatures in them, with frozen and unfrozen water, a beautiful devastating moonscape, and footprints undisturbed by any wind in millenia, and astronaut bootprints, and a strange flag of red and white stripes and a blue corner with rows of 5-pointed figures, so foreign-seeming at first, and then they recognized it. for a moment they had been thinking as mooncreatures. and the moon waned further still, until the slender crescent disappeared and all was dark.
then they were lying on the grass in the night.
*thanks to Rebekah Maxwell
what's a matta, ewe? yew? yes yew solstice soul stiss Twiss tree. red am i not. white am i not. blue i am not. bleed i red and it turns brown into the earthen color. dolor. cholor. melancholor i had a sad. i has a sad. a dad. dolorous sad. hope not a sad ddad.
Bag dad? bag sad? radio trip to birmigham bamb bama bama i
i aim for a rora a rohra rorate et dulcienea a dulcimenr is a sweetest sound dulcet in star sonstellationa black vests and stripy scarves or a tern, a nine-tern-ate-Ifor, a poor welsh wormie. go wormie go wormi go! go emo kid go! i crush on you ...crush i on you something big something fierce as your black feathred wing invisible as a cuckolds horns, but understnad i not what thou singest. remind me you of mr MACphisto not mephistopleeeeeeees
yer a hobbit with suspenders
i want yer stripy scarf doooooooooood
kelsey u muss be gettin hot in dat sportscote.
he and his ghost is dancing simulatatneusly
understand i not but "i'll be ok...more than i can take...and it's vag you'll want to be??? thi sis overwhelming " SCREAMO SCREAMO KID yer throt'll be hertin d00d
you muss be hott in that sportscoat
stick to the guidelines and ...derit? dert?
a vacuole wannabe?
oh mr chewning this punkish thrashing is very eciting...and so is yer hair ...this can be a bacchanale and you can be an avatar of bacchus, k? no drunkenication, but just intoxication of shamanbeats and vibrartion of air, deafining, and drunk on hormones and danceing and rokin and rollin to the BEAT the beatified beat rocking bassline mining the bass clef and boom bom boom booming "so hysterical" "Lets see allyer hands in the air...thats how afa rolls...keepit goin ...hold me down holdme down...freaksing ...cancer bats and rackets..." i wanna mash yer face with mine. OH YEAH! yer ears your voice makin my ears bleed blood of llllovoove most butiful chaso ever EVAR!
chaos i mena CHAOS! chaocity od noice of noisi clarinet bass asplzhun in ma earrrrs TOOT TOO MUCH SCREAMO-ing i wish i could hear yer wreds werds but for now i am just yellow and red lights and hyphnotization
we/i idenitfy objectify object person on screenstage whose jeans tern greans from yella light bodies roack and roll teach me to rockin rooollll
solving crime wile weee sing sily songs of LIEUUUTANT DA_ANNNN! ink fluffy cowpigs
bang bang band tell me how it is in red and blue lites show me your lips goth boy i wanna read them cus i cant hear them
too much transit grabbing you? is that waht you say
pentecost explodes the sky like a fluttering panoply of white birdswings...doveswings...dovesings in a thousand spokenlanguages
lekha dodi...she is mindaltered by the drmbeats and she calls him "my Dodi Al-Fayed" and she tries to nibble his ear and say "Dodi, i'll be your Diana, come on let's come out of this hazy darkened club to the fresh moonsweet* air. C'mon my baby, lets go out and see me, lets go out an' see ME in the sky, shining like newly whitened tteeth" and she nibles his ear with lipblunted teeth and she pulls him by his sweatshined wrist into the moonlight, clear and cool and silver. the trees were dark shadowes and silverblue light flowed to either side of them, making stripes on the grass and they heard the music of crickets overrtaking the now-growing-muffled drum'n'bass beats they left behind.
"out here, you c'n hear the earth sing, luv."
he was quiet. the moonlight colored his face light blue. she leand closer and put her ear to his slightly-parted lips to hear his breathing, then put it to his chest to hear the heartbeat. she started to chant in synch with this beat. "heart heart heart heart...yes...Riley, you are a shaman. You have been a shaman since your birth...no, since before your birth, your chest-drum beating since 12 weeks along. dance to it my love. dance with me."
he slowly raised his arms from his sides as though becoming cruciform or becoming a levitating eagle. his hair was like raven feathers on his face. she drew her hands along his arms, from his shoulders to his hands. she clasped his hands and slowly drew them down to hip level. She started to gently tap his right foot with her left foot, to the beat of his heart. then he started to tap his own feet, alternating, as though marching, and then their feet stomped the grassy earth together, and the beat grew faster and faster until their legs hurt from weariness and finally they collapsed on the green grass, flat on their backs, feet to feet, hearts pounding, chests heaving, minds trancing.
and they saw the full moon wane to a crescent, and the crescent looming closer to them, and touching them with its two points, and flooding them with its white silver blue light. and they saw the moon's craters, and living creatures in them, with frozen and unfrozen water, a beautiful devastating moonscape, and footprints undisturbed by any wind in millenia, and astronaut bootprints, and a strange flag of red and white stripes and a blue corner with rows of 5-pointed figures, so foreign-seeming at first, and then they recognized it. for a moment they had been thinking as mooncreatures. and the moon waned further still, until the slender crescent disappeared and all was dark.
then they were lying on the grass in the night.
*thanks to Rebekah Maxwell