The intrepid singlehand debacle of the fire balsa

Before Hand.

2007-09-03T01:04:00.001-04:00

Greek Fire

2007-08-29T04:08:00.001-04:00

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Propwash

2007-08-29T03:07:00.000-04:00

The insane emperor Caligula once declared war on Poseidon, god of the sea.
He instructed his army to hurl spears into the ocean.

They did.

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After seventeen minutes, the army ran out of spears. After waiting for reprisals and receiving none, Caligula felt he had won a great victory.

He ordered a victory parade.

His army marched forward and was swallowed by the deep oceans.

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The words say: " The water never ceases to amaze and win when challenged."

Alternately:

The pictures say: "The buoyancy and quick-bailing tendencies of river tugs never ceases to amaze and the water does not always win when challenged."

Decoy

2007-08-13T00:32:00.001-04:00

Pan-American Exposition

2007-08-12T19:33:00.000-04:00

President William McKinley was killed in 1901 while attending the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, New York.

It happened on the steps of the temple of music.
McKinley shook everyone's hand in a line. When the sad trembling hand of Leon Czolgosz approached, it shot the president twice in the abdomen.

Very interestingly, there were no light bulbs in the operating room where speedy surgery was conducted on the president. Furthermore: candlelight could not be provided on account of the explosive ether used to keep the president unconscious

Medical assistants stood near windows with large pans to reflect sunlight onto the operating table.

Fractales en la naturaleza!

2007-08-12T19:25:00.001-04:00

Large hollow

2007-08-12T18:14:00.000-04:00

5200000

2007-08-12T15:57:00.000-04:00

I have also frequently wanted to take part in a celebration of the number 5200000.

Jungle Rot

2007-08-11T22:30:00.000-04:00

Some years ago I fell asleep on a sandbar.
When we arrived, we dropped anchor. There were some hundreds on the sandbar- then very large. The hundreds were happy. They were not wearing very much clothing and they were laughing.
When I woke up, there were less than thirty of us and the sandbar was a great deal smaller than it was.

It was all very silent.

I could see our brigantine anchored in the middle of the river.
I could see our barque-rigged whalers sitting swept-cross beached near to me.

My sleeping bag was very damp. The water was lapping at it.
My feet were sore and stiff.

I suffered from immersion foot for the next three days.

'Arf a 'mo

2007-08-07T20:52:00.000-04:00

Even just a little.

Very beneficial.

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Pack animal

2007-08-07T18:49:00.000-04:00

There are many ways to slip into debt.

But - if you are very pious, it might not matter.

According to Leviticus 25:8–54: Moses' laws prescribe that all financial debts accumulated be eliminated every half century by heavenly decree.

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2007-08-01T22:56:00.000-04:00

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In action, see I don't even care the spices.

2007-08-01T22:17:00.000-04:00

Drained of all Cartography

2007-07-31T00:29:00.001-04:00

I had a dream some time ago.
I was standing on the crest of a mountain on Guadalcanal.

I've never been to Guadalcanal, but I woke up with a very strange confidence in the geographical and topographical layout of the small island.

In my dream, the island was shaped like an S that had been pushed off balance towards the West and a photograph-map had been taken just before it hit the imaginary ground horizon. I was convinced that most of the southern half of the Island was comprised of mountain ranges, the tallest of which occurred a little West of center in the chain. This is the mountain my dream took place on.

I woke up very certain that my topographical knowledge of this island could not be correct.

But recently I decided to check.

Horrifying.

I tried to remember where and when I would have been exposed to the geographical and topographical information that I rehashed in dreaming.

I tried to understand why I would have committed that information to memory.

I could not remember and I cannot understand. I am afraid I may have to admit that I have not yet been externally exposed to this information, but I suspect I may be living backwards in time.

It is possible that this information will be or has been instrumental to my future self.

I found out later that
the mountain's name is Mt. Makarakomburu.
It is 2447m above sea level.

I can remember nothing more from my dream.

Chinese Frustration

2007-07-30T22:44:00.000-04:00

It should be noted, my recent drawings lack a little quality.

Sometimes this happens to me.
I get frustrated with the demanding shapes and feelings of people and their faces.

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This happens and I concentrate on more forgivingly shaped things.
Owl-trees or broken binoculars.

I might have hyenas later.
I've wanted hyenas for some time.

Ribbon

2007-07-30T05:14:00.000-04:00

Let's Synchronize Watches

2007-07-30T03:58:00.001-04:00

Everything is coming up strangled.

There used to be a secret army of assassins and muggers that roamed India from about
the 17th to the 19th century. They were called Thuggee and that's where the word 'thug' comes from.

They used to befriend travelers and strangle them.
They mostly agreed it to be a divine mission. They felt that with each life they took, they delayed the coming of Kali and great destruction for one whole millennium.

A great deal has changed.
The Thuggee no longer exist and Kali has more recently been presented as an honest, benevolent, mother-goddess.

Ice -- Station -- Zebra

2007-07-29T23:17:00.000-04:00

Ten fingers of whiskey,

ten fingers of terrible drawing?

And the coattails of my mind are dragging through the kind of stomach ache you get from drinking a lot of warm liquid very quickly.

And any school of thought that has, as a classifying gem, such statements as:

"HELL IS -- OTHER PEOPLE."

-is not the school of thought for me.

That is a line from an existentialist play by Jean Paul Sartre.
And it's the sort of thing that keeps me from sleeping soundly at night.

Jean Paul Sartre is dead, but I brought him back to make a single change to this play.
We spoke warmly together on my green couch and it turns out, very funnily, that in French, the aforementioned line goes: "L'ENFER C'EST -- LES AUTRES."

And what he really meant was: "L'ESPOIR C'EST -- LES AUTRES."
Which would translate to HOPE IS -- OTHER PEOPLE.
Very similar words.
Very understandable mistake.
Sartre confided in me, that he felt very poorly about fighting alongside the people of Paris in the May '68 uprising, while betraying their cause with falsely conceived typos that suggested hell comes from the togetherness of people.

I even got him to sign his name.
It's all legal, if you're very concerned about that.

Anyway, I'd be really happy if the next publishing of this play included his sanctioned changes
because it was a really bad play.

Citizen Know Nothing

2007-07-25T06:01:00.001-04:00

What a waste of a good hat.

Right about it. No doubt about it.

2007-07-23T00:32:00.000-04:00

Adhesive Solution

2007-07-22T10:25:00.000-04:00

I felt a little bad about the last post.
It's Sunday morning and it's a beautiful day.

Life is not about dying.

Sepulchered

2007-07-22T10:15:00.000-04:00

There's a place just south of San Francisco called Colma.
About 1500 people reside above the ground.

About 1.5 million reside under the ground.

Newspaper tycoon William Randolph Hearst, frontier-outlaw Wyatt Earp, and even Joe DiMaggio, the baseball player.

They're all together.
And they're all dead.

“I am dying. Please — bring me a toothpick.”
-Alfred Jarry, 1907.

Firing Blanks

2007-07-21T20:55:00.001-04:00

Terracotta plot

2007-07-21T19:34:00.000-04:00

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The pipes, the pipes are calling.

2007-07-21T18:57:00.000-04:00

Yesterday, I woke up and couldn't get Derry air/Danny boy out of my head.

Oyster Knife

2007-07-21T04:04:00.000-04:00

When pried open -

It let loose two pieces of uncooked rotini and an American quarter minted in 1977.

Blind Muezzin

2007-07-18T02:55:00.001-04:00

The blind muezzin turned and yelled:

"Warmer temperatures!

Warmer colours!

Warmer feelings!

Warmer Dreams!"

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Safe mechanism

2007-07-14T10:25:00.001-04:00

All the rage

2007-07-14T10:15:00.000-04:00

I forgot to mention that this special sort of navy painting had a name.

It was called Dazzle paint, or Razzle Dazzle.
I find these names to be incredibly embarrassing so I'll never use them again.

People not only liked seeing this sort of paint in the water.
But on people and automobiles as well.

Bulwark

2007-07-14T09:10:00.001-04:00

A person who adds camouflage to things is called a camoufleur.

When pressed into the difficult work of camouflaging sea-going vessels during the First World War, they all decided not to.

The British camofleurs really enjoyed Cubist painting.
They liked looking at the lines and feeling confused.

For the duration of the first world war, naval camofleurs gave up the ghost.
They came to terms with the fact that nobody can hide corvettes.

They rallied behind the Cubist standard, vowed to further its confusing nature into the frothy oceans!

In covering these hideous gunboats in wildly attractive patterns, they hoped it would prove very difficult for enemy range finders to get an accurate bearing on the distance, heading, and speed of these vessels because of their mass being all broken up by odd colour fields, false bows and complex line art.

There are plenty of black and white images out there.

The colours have been digitally suggested in this photograph.

Best part : There's really no evidence to suggest the paint schemes were very effective.

Make it Snappy

2007-07-14T07:07:00.000-04:00

Make it sing

Ironspike

2007-07-13T17:58:00.000-04:00

Crush, once a city in Texas, was manufactured for a single spectacle.
On September 15th, 1896, 40 000 people converged in Crush.

This made Crush the second most populous city in the state for a single day.

The crowds arrived to see two steam locomotives collide in a planned accident.

At 5:00 pm, engine 999 (painted green) and engine 1001 (painted red) along with their respective boxcars, were sent full steam towards each other.

The trains both reached speeds of about 40mph.

and when they collided, their boilers exploded in unison.
It sent pieces of train everywhere.

Everyone got a souvenir.

Le Père Ubu

2007-07-13T07:44:00.000-04:00

Cedar tree

2007-07-12T04:25:00.000-04:00

Humbaba

Flood Parallels

Angola Flotilla

2007-07-11T06:26:00.001-04:00

Float McCoy, in a steam storm, once lost himself.
When he managed to levitate out of the hot mess, he ventured to find himself once again.
60 years in a cave yielded results.
He felt his salvation in the logical law of identity.
He had a pair of specially etched spectacles made to forever remind him that:

A=A.

Unfortunately, he failed to take into account the fact that, whenever wearing the spectacles he never takes off, he sees the law backwards: A=A.

And so, he wreaks havoc with his steam fleet that isn't what it is.

Tall scaffold

2007-07-11T03:52:00.000-04:00

Few nights ago, I saw a movie in a beautiful building.
The ticket booth was a wall and a stainless steel porthole with a video screen.
On the video screen was a person manning the booth.

This was way too strange for me. I opted to use a real machine to buy my ticket.
And that was no problem.

It's funny though, there was a man there who had really serious trouble understanding the automated ticket machine dispenser, but later on, I saw him chatting with the person in the video porthole very casually.

Hungarian Hyperinflation

2007-07-09T07:37:00.000-04:00

It is estimated that the total weight of gold people have mined over the years is around 125 000 tonnes. If it were stacked, it would reach dimensions of 18m x 36m x 9m.

This massive stack of gold though, would still be worth less than the currency currently circulating the United States alone given the price of gold above.
If things got really crazy and people decided to move back to the gold standard for stability sake or something silly, it would have to be done in conjunction with a fractional-reserve policy. That is to say: banks would have to constantly loan out far more than they kept in reserves, which is something they do already.

But in Canada that hasn't been a concern since 1991.
Canada has adopted a Zero-Reserves Banking System!

I don't even understand how that's possible.

Dead Metal

2007-07-09T04:41:00.000-04:00

I read about money all night.
I'm very confused.

At this point, I have come to find that there are three different kinds of money.

There is commodity money.
This is something that is a commercial commodity as well as a medium of exchange.
Historically, precious metals like gold and silver has been used as commodity money in addition to things like grain and livestock. In the 1800s most Industrial nations held to a gold standard. The gold standard saw to it that all bank notes produced were backed by gold and could be exchanged at any time for the gold they represented from the issuer of the note.

So far so good.
There was a time when bank notes represented actual stockpiles of commodities.
And if you wanted commodities instead of pieces of paper, you could demand them.

Now there's fiat money.
I'm still having great difficulty accepting this.
I was always pretty sure money was a very strange concept
but I really had no idea. It seems that fiat currency really has no basis in reality. Its value is absolutely dependent on its own legality. It's a government's promise. If at any time a people's confidence supporting a legal system backing a fiat currency collapses, so too will the currency. The gold standard got too silly, it just couldn't keep up and ultimately, there just isn't enough of it aboveground to reasonably ensure a complete currency backing. The gold standard has been largely ignored by the world since 1971.

Every nation in the world currently produces fiat currency.

Arbitrarily!

The third type of money seems to make the littlest sense of all.
I wouldn't dare pretend I understand any underlying principle to it and I'd run from anyone who thought they did. From what I understand, credit money is future money. Banks create it when they're feeling optimistic and approving loans.

The most bizarre thing I have discovered is that this particular form of money has vastly overtaken both commodity money and fiat money in terms of abundance and activity in the global economy. A majority of the money we are exchanging for goods and services is credit money! Future money that does not exist yet!

Madness!

Anyway, have a nice Monday.

Colouring book

Another

Dust Cribbage

2007-07-08T02:23:00.000-04:00

Le désespoir est assis sur un banc.

2007-07-08T01:32:00.000-04:00

sur un banc

Undersea Fault

2007-07-07T01:03:00.000-04:00

In 1931, Alice's adventures in Wonderland was banned in the Hunan Province of China because "Animals should not use human language."

Tin rubbish

2007-07-06T00:02:00.000-04:00

We
Could
Recycle
The neon
waste from the
São Paulo advertisement ban
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It could be very hip

Good morning, Favela.

2007-07-05T18:45:00.000-04:00

Like in Ancient Greece, city councilors in São Paulo took part in the sacred and confusing procedure of Ostracism earlier this year.
Much like the Ancient Greeks, Forty Six São Paulo city councilors looked around quite nervously and asked themselves in a room without cameras whether or not they should like to find something guilty among them.
The unanimous opinion was in the affirmative.
"Oh yes, something must take the fall."

Keeping to Greek tradition, the city councilors etched names into broken pottery. These names belonged to things they thought were quite deserving of blame and expulsion from society.

Tallying the votes, it was found that forty five of the forty six councilors felt that advertisements needed to be removed from their large city. (It must be noted that the forty sixth councilor was also an advertising executive.)

And so, on January first, or some other date,
Advertisements were rounded up and expelled from the city of São Paulo.

This city of 11 million people, one of the largest cities in the world, is a city without advertising.

For years, the advertisements in São Paulo not only propagated the hyperreal but physically obstructed the real. Billboards stretched across the tops of highway interchanges and advertising agencies would often offer cash settlements to poor homeowners for rights on their gardens or walls. With the advertisements gone, the rusted out structures that formerly housed them now stand as frames for the backgrounds they had masked.

The cascading favelas of São Paulo sprawl naked now!

A photographer has been taking pictures of São Paulo's
billboard graveyards. The first photograph is his.
The rest of his photos can be found here

Help me sing this song

2007-06-29T01:14:00.000-04:00

Maize!

2007-06-29T00:53:00.000-04:00

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The unplayable symphony

2007-06-28T05:08:00.000-04:00

These are musical compositions. A selection of musical instructions on the bottom composition at different points include:

Light explosives now.....and... now.'

'Duck'
'Slap thigh'
'release the penguins'
'add bicycle'
'If there is a third clarinet some violins may go'
'Drive it!'
'Coronet use ice'
'mute out, mute in'
'Have a nice day'
'rests are imaginary'

The composer's name is John Stump.

Tremblewood

2007-06-28T04:25:00.001-04:00

Last year I fell in love with a silver machine

It's a tupolov tu-142.
It flies with eight contrarotating propellers fitted to four turboprop engines.
These amazing engines propel it to nearly supersonic speeds.
It is the fastest propeller driven aircraft ever to be manufactured.

Not only that, but it's arguably the loudest aircraft ever to be manufactured.
People say It is so loud that submarines often hear it with with their sonars.

I bet it sounds like this

Hotel lettuce

2007-06-27T02:50:00.000-04:00

Lao Tzu and the third cod war

2007-06-25T02:49:00.000-04:00

There's a lot of disagreement among scholars as to the circumstances under which the Tao Te Ching was first recorded.

I am fortunate to know the real story.

It was November 11th 1975, just outside the Icelandic port of Seyðisfjörður. Lao Tzu, a very old man, decided to die in the sea, somewhere between Iceland and Great Britain, commenting quite profoundly on the senselessness of the third cod war.

At one point, he was spotted in the middle of a graceful backstroke alongside a lengthy fishing trawler with 81 people aboard.

The people all lined up along the starboard side to see this ancient bearded Chinese man swimming effortlessly in force nine gale winds.

To each crew member he issued personal and relevant wisdom.

To the eleventh person lined up against the guardrail on the starboard side of the ship, he recited the following passage:

Thirty spokes will converge
In the hub of a wheel;
But the use of the cart
Will depend on the part
Of the hub that is void.

With a wall all around
A clay bowl is molded;
But the use of the bowl
Will depend on the part
Of the bowl that is void.

Cut out windows and doors
In the house as you build;
But the use of the house
Will depend on the space
In the walls that is void.

So advantage is had
From whatever is there;
But usefulness rises
From whatever is not.

When he had spoken briefly with all 81 members of the crew, he swam further into the ocean and died. The third cod war ended soon afterwards.

Efficiency crag

2007-06-23T00:45:00.000-04:00

This last week, I saw all sorts of good people while I was awake.

Rightfully so, my dreams, (respecting the uncompromising duality of nature) saw to it that I was incapable of seeing people while I slept.

I had a dream two nights ago that involved following a man carrying a very heavy guitar case up a coiling crag staircase made out of loose limestone and shale. The stone staircase was very dangerous, it coiled forever upwards and was contained within a multi-leveled pagoda without a roof. I had to crouch very low and travel very quickly just to keep up with this man. No matter how quickly I traveled I could only ever just grasp the back of him, his shoes dancing up just out of sight. I was also carrying a large suitcase, like the one I normally carry between cities.

2007-06-15T03:58:00.000-04:00

Haifa Girl

2007-06-14T18:14:00.000-04:00

I had another dream.

I was wearing horn-rimmed glasses.
I felt very good about the shapes I was presenting to the world.

I pointed at a bird and identified it as a pileated woodpecker.
A jerk laughed and said it was a seagull. When I lowered my head and looked over the tops of my horn-rimmed glasses at the sky, sure enough, it was a seagull and not a pileated woodpecker.

I began to question my sanity and I thought taking off the glasses might help.
As soon as I thought about taking off the glasses I woke to the sound of an amazing windstorm outside that turned out to be a very large truck.

The silent era

2007-06-13T16:56:00.001-04:00

That is a picture of Buster Keaton who is world famous for a really good deadpan face.

People called him 'The Great Stone Face' presumably, because his expression was quite immovable when something was funny. That being said, I will not rule out the possibility that there might be more reasons why people called him the Great Stone Face.

Anyway, it's not as if he never smiled. This is a certified hard-to-find picture of him both smiling and laughing.

The important thing to remember here is that he played cards the night before he died in 1966.
I imagine he would be very skilled at a number of cardgames.

I wonder if conclusions can be drawn between the cardgame and his death the following day.

After pressing the Enter button six times and thinking it over,
I'm quite convinced conclusions could and should be drawn.
But I won't draw them, I drew this instead.
I'd like to eat raisin bran.

Hot yawn

2007-06-12T20:41:00.001-04:00

Doesn't really look like it, but this is the nightmarish ending to a dream I had last night.
I woke up freezing in a thick terrible sweat with very tight dread in my chest.

I think those're large containers full of individual soda cans slipping out the back of that plane.

Stubble, stubble, soil and rubble!

2007-06-10T23:40:00.000-04:00

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That is not a rainbow in the distance.

That is a physical manifestation of ideology.

That is a massive WD40 nozzle-straw tapped into an otherworldly lubricant source
It is aimed directly into a distant Chinese railyard. Its nozzle greases the rails of reality.

These rails were so greasy that the locomotives, heavy with the hopes and dreams of people,
hardly touched the rails.

2000 uses for WD40

Seafood barricade

2007-06-08T14:52:00.001-04:00

Alabaster disaster

2007-06-07T23:52:00.000-04:00

These last few days
When I get out of the shower, something awful strange happens.

I've been grabbing a little bottle of drugstore painkillers.
Acetaminophen or ibuprofen, something like that, I'm not even sure.
It's there, right off to the left of the sink. They've been there for months.
Sometimes I use them, if I have some mild pain, say, a headache.

But when I get out of the shower, I am not in pain!
This is a great mystery to me.
It's reflexive, it seems!
I don't even realize I'm doing it until my hand is on the bottle.

The first day it happened, I actually had two in my mouth before I realized I was doing something I didn't plan.

It's strange. I normally take time in the shower to plot things out.
To arrange a short term set of motions I will perform while I think about something else.
I usually plan to shave, brush my teeth, take out the garbage, put on the laundry, wash some dishes, close the windows? You know?

It is not unusual that I leave the shower and do some things without really thinking about them while doing them. But they're planned in the shower, I've approved them all.

But I don't even remember thinking about painkillers in the shower. Or when I wake up.
Or in my dreams, even.

So,
query:

Is my body trying to tell me something?
Am I in a pain I do not recognize?
Maybe I've been wounded on my back and most of me isn't registering the pain?

Do I dream in headaches?
Have pharmaceutical companies placed a bet?

Half of this is a silly joke for the Internet.
Half is very serious worry.

I

don't even know which half is which anymore.
Because I have a headache.

Talking to shoes

2007-06-07T22:49:00.000-04:00

Right, so.

When I converse with a person,
They shoot out some language and it makes some sounds in my head.
If it's one I know, I'd like to think I understand it.

That's how talking works.

Given this, plenty of other things speak to me.

When I learned to read in English, I discovered much to my horror, that I couldn't look at words without reading them anymore.
That's the way it works.

From that point on, I could no longer simply look at words.
They spoke to me, made sounds in my head and I understood them.

So, I found my shoes today to put them on so I could leave the house.
There were words right on the soles looking up at me. They were printed on orange and yellow card, sneakily behind a clear layer of some sort of Technocomfort gel.

I found them speaking to me.
This is what the left and right shoes said to me respectively:

Left Shoe:
"proStyle.shoes
These shoes do it all!
ALL MOTION COMFORT"

Right Shoe:
"proStyle.shoes
These shoes do it all!
ALL MOTION COMFORT"

Thanks, shoes.
Talk to you later.

Live without dead shoes.

2007-06-06T21:18:00.001-04:00

These're my old shoes.

They died.

I went downtown and purchased new ones.
It took me exactly six minutes.

Organigrammes pour tous les âges!

2007-06-05T20:35:00.000-04:00

More organigrammes:

And Time Well Spent

From the Journal of Aesthetics and Protest

Time travelling meals

2007-06-04T19:04:00.000-04:00

All quiet on the colour front.

Furthermore: Hideous art is a necessary emissary.

Make something hideous!

A torrent of stork

2007-06-03T00:04:00.000-04:00

This is one stork for you, Kate

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2007-06-02T22:30:00.000-04:00

The modern colours

2007-06-02T20:49:00.001-04:00

I've been wondering where the colours go.

There's alot of colour in food and drink.
It must go somewhere.

Is it reflected in what I wear?
Maybe the direction in which I brush my teeth?

The palette I use?

Maybe the mood I sport?

If I were a scientist, I'd fully document my nutrition.
I'd chart the colours, quite scientifically.
I'd recalibrate my monitor, so as to be sure to represent the colours accurately.
Luckily, I am not a scientist. As an artist, I ask questions and eat pasta.

I intend to gently leak the colours of food and drink into drawings.
Otherwise, there's no telling when my body might explode, blowing rainbow shrapnel into good people's faces.

The end of history for Frank and Mortimer.

2007-06-02T03:17:00.000-04:00

Fine eyed talents are three barrier reefs

2007-05-31T22:06:00.001-04:00

Captain Feelings and Navy were out for a stroll.
They touched the very gnarled signage here and preserved their own separate meat with the seaspray. They sat down gingerly on the stone siding and began to converse :

Captain Feelings : "I've spent all day drawing floral patterns for my cousin's car."

Navy: "You know, when a majority of the time in my day was fixed on drawing lines or filling in colour, my dreams are hand drawn for me while I sleep."

Capt. Feel: I totally know what you mean. Totally.

Nav: "Great."

Capt. F: "Yeah, it's really fine."

Na: "Nah." Capt: "Yah." N: "ever." Cap: "I'll shoot you."

They shot at each other for a while but before they could finish,

it got really late.

so they stumbled around in the dark until they found each other's hands and they quickly walked home laughing.

Killing king abacus

2007-05-31T04:55:00.002-04:00

It was an anthill. They sure came out like Wizards

Very very crooked ships carry
Beastly nooks and Knoweldge franks.

Commence gliding!

Nice.

We killed king A
Break out the fine smelling sticks for us to smell.

Sound time

2007-05-30T18:50:00.000-04:00

Theremin

It's sound time

Not a very static friendship

2007-05-30T02:34:00.001-04:00

Short list

2007-05-29T13:42:00.000-04:00

CAT- BILLI काट बिल्ली . Hang on, there'smore

Glorious Tax

That'sit

(Old one, for archival purposes)

On sense and nominatum

2006-11-07T12:11:00.000-05:00

Captain von Gartlauben nodded and merely answered:

Limes/Juice

Potatoes

Scrub pads

Cheese- marble?