Sentence containing the words "Odonata" and "nymphs"

"My alleyway is one for which the stars have spun, the blur limited, the gaze receding until, with a pause, for one, these limitless caches are themselves emptied, and every empty burr or facile facade put up without a trace of emotion is wrenched down, down from the tepid dead surroundings it inhabited and brought out for the living, the living stomping stepping steaming squealing squirming wriggling crawling tinkling masses, masses like insects with dead livers and absconded lovers and missed appointments and slaved out lost glad combs, arresting development like dead-head syndrome personified and a man-dew, all missing appointed incisors and devoid of certain sediments of loss and gadfly, the stewy pond bottom from which these Odonata nymphs shall finally emerge, victorious."

Dark beginning to Texas character

1.
I'm the dark
at the beginning of evening
before the light starts to dim

What you expected to lose
when you got caught
but only got deeper.

i'm the dark that gets darker
shades that get lost
revealed and revealed
like levels of a puzzle
deeper and deeper

2.
Idea: "Science artist." This bleak dumbblind fledgling carefully interviews scientific scholars day and night (he really believes our is the age of the obsessive). He then constructs meta-narratives and beautiful rendered dioramas, sculptures and "paintings" about the research. Often they are adorned with feathers. They are sometimes quite something. However, this piebald mare gets paid nothing for his labors. "Quid pro quo," he likes to say, laughing. One day this luck-star magnate will fall on his ass, get up, and keep walking. Nothing may have changed.

3.
"I was just standing there, and I hoped he wasn't going to crush my face." Marcin Gortat on taking charge against Blake Griffin's absurd dunk, for which Griffin fouled out and got a technical. Observe: http://es.pn/hxLaCQ 

4.
That really, really lame guy who I won't name who did the "ACORN" and NPR "stings" said two of his heroes are GK Chesterton and Mike Wallace.

5.
"Actually in my band we wear fake yak-hair moustaches and platform shoes with living fish in the soles. It's like, a statement."

6.
(In a thick Texas accent)
I need more spice in my life, literally and figuratively, so I moved my ass from a small town 50 mile outside Laredo to San Antonio, Texas. It was the best move I ever made in my whole life! Now I eat chile con carne for breakfast, lunch and dinner and supplement my diet with all sorts of exotic spices! Chiles, pablano peppers, and Mexican bananas.

The other mornin I was eating tortillas and drinkin coffee when this beautiful young thing walked down the alleyway toward me. She was blond as a spring sunrise and had the tits to knock you out of a tree if you were looking down. I got so excited I accidentally knocked over a can of Quaker State I had been gettin' ready to oil down my bike with. the oil oozed out as only sweet Texas crude could. I had thoughts about her privates, maybe. I looked at her and said, "Hey, you really bowl me over, honey."

A pen a man and a ship

walk in to a bar
talk to everyone - well not everyone - you see
I see everything but hear nothing
better than the alternative.

Altered natives stare
as we batter blindly
like pancakes.

Butter, butter.
Them shits need flipping
it's the yeast you could do

your body is a bakery
my bakery's a wonderland

Vagaries asunder, man.

Notepad 3/13/11 12:10 a.m.

Possible topics for a story
--Running out of minerals


"Every moment of one’s existence one is growing into more or retreating into less. One is always living a little more or dying a little bit."
— Norman Mailer


Ian Parry, a senior fellow at Resources for the Future. His calculations -- plus some data from other sources and studies -- suggest that adding all the quantifiable costs into the price of oil would increase the cost of each gallon by about $1.65


I have only earnestness in my heart, I think. But it's not completely true. Or, it's not even close to being true. That was the shittiest assignment I've turned in in some time. Really not good at all.

Strikes a Chord

How's it feel to be home? Just wondering,
I miss it.

How's it feel to be a man? Just wondering,
because I am that, also. How's it feel

to escape the walls of the prison? Just like
this, knife in hand. I've had lesser pigeons
(meaning seen them, in my eyes)
flying here or flying there. You cannot count
on the priests to save you. They could not
have; they may have tried.

You can only save yourself. Doesn't mean
you can't help. Thus the contradiction. You
can actually save others. I'm speaking in
tongues. One side: serpent. That's right,
parsel-mouths. Fax it to the west and mail
it to the East. The least of these. Arabia.
Other side: Exotic camera club. Meeting
like where?wolves on the subway. Howling
at the metallic sunset. Never heard from you again.

The Answer to the Feeling of the Question

I can't shake this little feeling
I'll never get anything right.

Take me take me back to your bed
said the Winchester, as she barked a bullet
wishing through the heather & bushes
toward your bright white throat.

I know, you're Egyptian, a slurring
swirl of emotion and paths of history
marked by strange sediments of loss:
ash, iridium, some glance of daylight

shed, but for the grace of God, goes I,
into the wind. It is hear that we've seen.

Erotic gardens concert

Did you see the Aphid Twinz perform their killer tune "Pollen" at the Erotic gardens concert? Awww, bro, you missed out if you didn't, bro. They were sick. Snazius Beehive was all, "Pollen, it's fuckin' great!" and Aphid1 was all, "We're aphids, playerzzzzz!" After the show there was some really snarky behavior. Aphid Twinz!!!!

Coptic Forests

I take back everything I've every said.
It will all be forgotten
...don't say, "anyway." Too late.

The cops said, "any day." Like he
meant it; like the coptic forests of Ethiopia
hide insects inside the hay.

Too explanatory. Coptic forests.
Leave it there.

Erowid Vaults (I have business)

I've heard there's this site called Erowid
the vaults thereof. You heard of it? Some-
times when I'm all "searching out psyche-
(e)-delics" I get all Delphic like: Inspect our
cinema? I mean camera, I mean column
this taking a picture of that? Too common.
Like blinks of light in the wan moon. Forty
iron gagged bound thieves and an iron.
Delphic columns supported majesty
and I have no business casting dispersions.

gray plus gray equals grape

negative energy
does not exist
you see

when allegro is heated
and snakeskins drops wayside
the actual serpents can atone.

hey, friend! women be shopping.
the one thing we have in common.
brute blue gray shorts and a pistol;

i get it; you're a grass snake.
i would arm myself too if
first i had no arms and second

i lingered in lawns of would
them that would have me; a serpent.
cannot imagine the perps of that

the lame rigid semi-formed ledgered
out sons-of-bitches on the mend.
this isn't childhood.

Chocolate House

My uncle lives in a chocolate house
with three cats and four gingerbread men
so at least he has someone to talk to

Clever

Kevin thought he was clever
he thought he would never
get caught

But Kevin was poisoned
drawned and then quartered
and ruthlessly dragged through the mud

His name will live on
but his body did not
his soul? Well, that's a good question

Kevin McCourty,
once pushing forty
is now pulling rickshaws in hell

Hell is for horses
but natural forces
helped make this story more morbid

well not wind, per se
other such sources
of mostly negative energy

What did you expect Grog to taste like?

Rainbow sherbet?
there is navy lint in my navel - belly up, buttercup.
Reese's peanut. Shutterbug. Scuttlebutt
is a word I hate. Mollycoddle
is a word I love.

Blowing smoke is necessarily a bad thing
Unless you're telling the truth
while you exhale. Throw up two twos
and catch them like Joe Heller
Holler! Old yeller.

Catch-22 by Kirk Vonnegut
Great Gatsby by Holden Caulfield
Lord of the Flies by Peanut Mickelson
are my favorite books.
New York Knickerbookers

correction: Kurt Vonnegut not Kirk
Ho, that is an upsetting error.
helluva misstep.
Ya I focked up, kid. Forgive me.
We can work past this.

We can work in the past tense
future making past sense
presently my gift is past cents
tuppence ostensibly, or three dollhairs.
Smaller than 5,000 dollers
but bigger than 6,000 sent e-mails;
you do the math.

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If you don't have anything to say, then don't say anything at all.

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  • Derek Gosma you should delete this bullshit comment and stick to your own philosophy, you dotard

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    Dane Uhelski I hear what you're saying and I can't say I disagree. As soon as I made that comment I regretted doing it, but decided to let it stand nevertheless. Have a little respect for the mistakes of your fellow man.

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  • Tal Kitron I think this is a useful status. The comment thread that follows is also illuminating. The reverse is also true: it's important that when things need to be said, they get said. Merely typing words for the hell of it helps no one. Most often we should not say anything at all, instead of making overly verbose statements that have no ultimate purpose. Sure, colorful adjectives and flamboyant phrases are fun, but are they necessary? My answer is a flourishing "No."