Friday, January 14, 2011

NOTEBOOK EXPERIMENT

YOUR ANSWER! FROM AN EMPTY SKULL IN A DESERTED AUDITORIUM
In this atheistic foxhole at the Siege of Babylon, of cigarette-machine revivalists, all over Home-Front Supertown--Dogfaces compare wrist-scars and arrest records while the world-champion worst-ever stand-up sit-down wake-up fall-asleep comic ever drowned at sea, devoured by sharks. Thank God.

Under surveillance for suspected crimes against humanity, I prance, flit, queen my way through deathcamp-sweet-deathcamp. Pop an escalator and we're all smiles for the executioner, pop a decelerator and look out world! We're avenging ageless all-agers striking hyper-dramatic freeze-tag-like, action-figure poses. Our battle-cry? Onward Unknown Soldiers!

A Mighty Fortress is Our Hysterical Wretch.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT

Dear, Dear Nobody: So, if an Army-of-Malcontents took Sledgehammers to these Playskool-T.V.-Screens, I could still scratch my Pleas for-and-of Sporty Spice in a Notebook, Mail-Carriers might deliver my Postcards and Love-Letters, I mean, This Modern Format is a Massive Overkill.

Let's become Hyper-Modern, Right-Now, or let's just turn the Computer "Off" and leave it "Off."
Love, Whomever.