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Mustard covered stained glass tufted tit-mouse nest

33%...although I truly doubt they will say, "I cannot tell the difference between any of them," regardless of which ones you pick. You see, socks (as of yet) don't have larynxes...but I still have hope for their eventual evolution to communicative interaction with humanity. However I don't think I'd want them bitching to me about my sweaty feet as I strut down the street.
Now that I think about it, if I don't do my laundry for about 2 months, I might be well on my way to creating sentient hosery...
 
As I sit here, pondering the probabilities of several things......
Where's my peanut butter, and TY, why is it that you always have to be so cool? Huh?
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gooble, gooble
peck, peck, peck.
nothing ventured,
nothing gained.
...you ain't really over it
as far as I can guess.
Long winded and purposeful your replies were then...
no more than a clever dissection,
of a mail sent your way.
And how smug where you?
That she was your one
to complete sentences with,
and for,
from moment one.
And now where are you?
strong I guess,
or how you would present your face here.
I don't buy it,
or you.
I never did.
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...hugs, drugs, and big bass-bins!
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[This message has been edited by Noodle (edited 18 July 2001).]
 
If ever the door opens to fantastic swell in Jupiter's mind the quick and the foolhardy will overpower midless minions hoping never to walk again. Whenever that day arises, that most annoying of beauties fell all day long to the sound of that silent noise, breathing in and out next to my ear as I watched sharks sailing next the the grey light of yesteryear.
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"You are 4.66% jaded"
 
Sigk, Sigk, Sigk....
Ah...good to have this back up and running...
Candyman ain't got no mayo, better he have listened to the mouse that told him better, or was it the ancient ball of yarn that told him to seek out his dreams and become sleeper of the stars, moons, etc.
 
la-de-da-de-da, la-de-da-de-da, what's the name of that song? La-de-da-de-da, la-de-da-de-da, why don't you sing along? La-de-da-de-da, la-de-da-de-da, something, something birds (yeah, that's it!) La-de-da-de-da, la-de-da-de-da, but I cannot remember the words....
 
i have limited our conversations to one hundred words or less. i saw a horse die last week. it was standing chewing grass, then just fell on it's side. my dad assured me it was only sleeping. but it seemed like a door slammed. a door in this house. the doors that i slam and blame on the wind. i am the wind. i am sure you know that. at two a.m. i am here at this keyboard, my posture is ruined. i have drank enough to kill a horse, which has little to do with you of course. the Sandoval where i work is beautiful though caught up in something i left behind a long time ago. you are sleeping on the couch reminding me how much i despise television. and my contempt for sleep. they are the same thing, though i would rather know my dreams are my own. how would you feel if you woke to a commercial? you have no idea what that would do to me...
 
Pinwheel glitterbug spinning glass bead breeze
I photograph Stephen chalk waterfall
Rice rice encyclopedia lemur sneeze
Mugshot coffee tree geode tall
Top hat booklist cinder block
Sea green peppermint file cabinet cartoon
Linoleum glow in the dark talk
Delta kite Hebrew alphabet rubber band balloon
Plutonium talisman self-bow jacket
Yardstick pocket watch peace sign
Basketball supplies television racket
Marble orchid nail polish thermometer mine
Window brocade dandelion chinchilla
Bubblegum lighter duct tape vanilla.
Thinking in 4-D is hip,
But it gives my poor braincells a trip.
So I think that I ought'l
Leave Klein to his bottle;
I'll just stick with Moebius' strip.
To add to dimensions one more,
You just square what you had before.
So if I've got it straight
That the strip's figure-eight,
Is Klein's figure then sixty-four?
dancing's making music with your body
making rhythms drawing patterns
shifting patterns on the sky or on the floor
 
work at something. the neighbor just mowed his lawn, which means now I have to mow mine, or with stand the mean looks from the rest of my neighbors. he has one of those riding models, it is so easy for some people. and i think he souped it up some how, the engine, because i just looked out my window and he was riding the thing like it was a rodeo, legs up over his head rounding a corner. mine is just a push/pull model and the cord is broke at that. i have to walk in progressively diminishing circles until i find the middle, and that is too painful a metaphor to act out on such a hot day.
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communicating through a hydroponic blueberry is a sure-fire way to alienate those who love you.
 
To the shore today, for some sun to warm this soul, I did not go.
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With only a few hours left now, this bright hot day waining, I will now head out to ocean-side sands to, hopefully, capture a mood with the click of a button.
*click*
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Well, as for the sunning,
there is always tomorrow, now that the bathroom ceiling is painted and the landlord is gone.
[This message has been edited by Noodle (edited 25 July 2001).]
 
my heart is a hand and it is closed.
never let your gaurds lie sleeping, this house is full of secrets, mass my legions at the boarders of my feelings, her weapons worn like eyes.
a bruised melody makes writing scarcely possible.
words stolen from last weeks wisdom.
you just dont understand.
i know better than what i have been told.
i hate the taste but effects make me stumble.
you really have no idea.
 
*laughs out loud, projecting spaghetti and a nice red sauce across this window*
 
ear-wax candlemakin'
prune-cake with banana bakin'
spidered-veined legs a shakin'
hearing aid turned off a fakin'
no beds have been a quakin'
since the heart meds have been takin'
grumpy little frown makin'
all hope for life forsaken
drunk, little, decrepit men who come into my bar and don't leave tips and get shitty with me cause I'm younger, brighter, and happier than they.
 
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