Funions
Yesterday's technicolor dreamcoat is tomorrow's agonizing defeat in lemonade-stand style excretions.
Embrace the jingle of the dog's collar. Engage in the cat's tinkling bell.
Embark.
Feel free to leave me some beautiful drug-induced poetry of your own. Rasta.
posted by Kara @ 5:21 PM
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2 Comments:
I get in a mood where not even cowbell will do it for me. I need nonsensical Beck-style wordage.
For example:
"Feverish milk foam drowns the swirls of apricot silks. She leaves the teacup on the eyeglass parade, laughing."
You should try it. You may require a tad of cannabis, but I suspect great minds like yours don't need such assistance.
Odelay is a word, just look it up in the Becktionary.
I love that show/beck.
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