packed up all the reese's pieces n headn for pirate territory

be back with sand in all the cracks

sweet jesus dont brake for that moose tonight

well, im out the pen again so i might as well type
fight the hype and publish what ya like to write
speak right about loud as ya dare, n every so often get a cold stare for it
be awarery of the trail that leads ya outa the tree cover
n
sweet jesus dont brake for that moose tonight
we got a freezer to fill, phil. n these eggs just wont lay enough hens to contend with the mainland n trends are for the bulls and bears n shit that barely compares to the amount of time needed to recover from a ben n jerry's brainfreeze?......about 20 seconds from touchdown so please fasten your buckles, chuckles.
we put down our brass knuckles
touched by the hand of a higher one, son.
so we write about it........

A mass of kissed masochists

.. and while Jazz looks upon the tension and release of its own reflection, excellence asks secretly," am I a gift or should i cease to be perfection?"

love thy neighbor? while naughty neighbors love through lust? my aching heart and deleting senses alone beneath mistrust. but the neighbors' sauntered feet betray. sliding each step away from the path deemed righteous. yes, come pass along with us upon our own magnetic heading if righteousness is too ripe to swallow even with your banana breading.

..and Miles smiles because he knew. his life too was push and pull but relieving Live Evil's seething's coaxes wolves beneath the wool. morality, a pal-to-be, behind your choice determined.. inquiring minds point prodding nods when the sub-elite be vermoned. and when subtlety learned liken love, who then to toll the bell to wake a mass of kissed masochists to break out of their shell?

..and so Jazz- re-harmonizing echoes, keeping time with tempo fast- models us an Art of Love composing beauty from its past.

is there anything more funky than chicken juice?

disgusting sludge slurpin ooze the worm in the bottom of the booze

narrrr like chicken juice. lettin poltergeists go with beetlejuice beetlejuice beetlejuice!

its a heist i want yer sluice. & all the gold goes with it ruth

ill even work the thing for a day rakin rocks for no pay

& its a 23 hour shift saltin the bags o dirts that weigh

& then teachin people to pan it, i bet 3/4 of it is washin away

down the silvery silt ridden Nenana in Denali AK.

& then theres springtime, when all the poop gets uncovered

the snowbanks melt away all around it & the sniffin doggies r lovin it.

& me, not so much it smellllls like a farm in this piece

if i wanted iowa id live there in & amongst the beasts.

im anxiously awaiting the first drip tho its been a long slumber in this cave

& im hungry like mama bear now & the cubs are eager for their first day

& the hawks r already circlin pray that im not their prey

& the hawks r already circlin skies sniffin with their eyes

& im duckin headin for cover for to them im the perfect size

"i wont taste good, i swear!", swears weaseL. e toR.n from ledge

"but these here puppets, they might b enough to take off the edge!"

my manual has notes in it,.. previous readers beware... second breath

come time for fall i try to put my hands out palms down feel the heat comin of the ground
at least round the base of this ship of fools with scattered tools gathered and layed in line for the crown
dont frown its just that the cold is coming again, and again,
so dress warmer and insulate every last dormer storm or not the cold is coming. 
something along that line  lines the lines of a tablet found under a sign saying october more or less summers over.. right around time for ho ho ho'n not much light showin so instead of standin my sun take nice long bow .. say chow for a three day yearend, but then rise rise again finnigan and fill up eli's gin. let this dance begin yet again.
so whats the plan clan wild man, cuz eventually you know our folks are comin home phones been stuck on roam all round the land n try not to grow in the sand except for more recently not nessecerally relevently, rigs evidently born to burn off the dead of layers of asics' like tri, or jur. and instead of beaming microwaves he misbehaves and constantly shaves the number of adequate caves to store knowledge in, widdles the word so damn thin that you can see through its' within. The Realm of Believe. u and me are fleas, so please rover, dont roll over again...

Lose the shorts dude...

hard go the throws for its only he who knows the lessons learned..

the heat of once been burned. the tracks. the trials. the redemption of rivals.. the gravity of his spirals. but.. spiral then back.. back to footings stance. be brave in the act. lose the shorts to put on pants. rebound and prance. call it a dance.. he will know the joy in its step. once.. twice.. and all is good when he is cool as ice.

mistakes made once.. self taught hes a grad. his tassle sways in his breeze and thought. thoughts of correction. memories of wrong. but retrospect sings a confident song. to know his dones his pause left long.. but oh the shuns so son be gone. horizons bring in hues of true. how vivid while knowing what to do. each step to pull him toward and through gates and doors.. under mantles adorn with metaphor and simile smiling.. high five for ought so slyly tiling the the pieces of yester into halls of highly sought.. the choices of you are yours not bought.

everyone gets a copy of the planet manual....first breath

written thereins a map for you fine young cannibals with mandibles waving in the wind about the holy goat and training your prose to trick the nose cuz it stinks so bad.
wether yer coastin or not they're peddlin it
that settles it day in day out kettles lit
son up im mean sun down come back and rise again, finnagin.
tell us of the times gone by n that the charriots could fly n that some white guy fell from the star lit sky gold sashed and answers in his eyes cry but mostly in april and not for the likes of you or i and i so last i checked ya cant bow until youve stood for something at least as tall as u or i, so in late july wear a hat to combat harmful uv a and uv b rays, raise the maze and clear the ears in the fall with the apples. make good with booze if you so choose n puff the goat's green weeds if ya feel the need.
anyway dont fret your bass tonight just let the tone wobble like our mom, tom...

someday, maybe sunday

its a good thing im goin bald cuz that way ill never go gray

never get to experience that salt n pepper wise ol way

back in the day i never felt much like a spaulding

but now my dome b quickly growing expanding, thats not balding

& anyways if we really descended from the ape, llosing hair is evolutionary

less hairy, more upright, merry scary thoughtful think patterns secondary

& its a good thing im going blind so soon i wont hafta witness the horror

im clouding my vision as we speak, whoever said glaucomas got no aura?

its gray like the thunderclouds that rolled in 2 nights ago,

it was 20 degrees hot out, & raining wicked lightning show

the sooner i lose my vision the quicker i can collect

& my dog can finally come EVERYWHERE with me, ill get him a bright red vest

& ill never hafta take my shades off again friend & my orbs can finally take a rest

fluxxin it all up like a plumber

yeah lol i hope he went uphill climb to safety thats the deal

cuz whether we like it or not here comes natures need for gill, gil

fill the grill with mesquite n light it to unthaw it like my feet

very cold gettin old my circulations not complete

extremities are like the poor, theyre not gettin their share

dare i mention that the convention was run alot like a fair?

carnival gypsies were runnin the show

sure progress came but it was slow

& when it got there it tasted a bit like fried dough

& the locomotives were loaded with ulterior motives

& the show did exactly as expected, it disappointed.

the lions ate their trainers. the elephants wouldnt even leave the dressing room. & the grand finale was the tent collapsing upon us all.

temper your verbs in the furnace, ernest, then quench em in the rain, ...shane

sirius b stretchin words to the brink, daily. lol  the brink of the rink thats what, skatin up and down fireplacing my pockets on prime reality is on standby cuz, i dont know, too much snow, no place to go, n to much to show for it, so go for its, in view from the edge so go on and jump in, weasle's easles propped up routed n plugged in again wired for loud sound, soft sound, ultrasounds like somthing profound if ya back talkwards fast enough get past enough static clinging to last miniwheat...needin somthin else to eat with peanutsbuttersnjelly..fill the belly
i slept, flawlessly, lawlessly mouths flopped open, lookin jawless like did he just.. yup still teaching the laws of averages to these young savages runnin wild on the plains with nothing to gain from it but bad looks from the antelopes n glances from the cant elopes n sippin spirits with the holy goats, all to keep the pressures low, which way'd he go when the water rose, well uphill i suppose to find better trees please bare with the mes', witness as i dance with this muse, not tryn to confuse, sirius b just convertin these hear shoes into slippers, funkin with the skippers that are flatt and round, like any captain would carry to contest with the laws of float or not, sink or swim, fix the faucet, the waters rising out there its just frozen so only the chosen can fish.....

weasels whittlin the woods into homes for the domes, for good

weaseL's wittle fingers r workin my strings helpin me put away all my things

so i can clean up n get down to the important stuff, the manifestation of dreams

hes shakin the snow from my boots n stashin the tiny pieces of loots

in the sole of my soul of my stolen golden roots. shoots

a message to my brain, try to make it less insane

no more roamin like the roman ruiners druid dragons breaths of flames

weaseL's whittlin down the word so itll fit into my noggin

& i b lettin it out unto the world loggin nonsense all too often

trompin like i need to be somewheres rompin & a stompin

ill b honest if im headed anywhere important

its probly that giant pile o coffins

that they got stashed somewhere in the dessert of nevada

the devil dont scare me tho cousin & i got no ideas whats prada

well they dont make duofold that ones for certain

designer long underwears maybe crouchin catwalks like the serpent

burpin up the remnants of that last pbr it sure was refreshing

carbonated rice water in my veins like salad with no dressing

hey dont ask me man i got this weaseLLLLy varmint pullin my strings

hes makin me put these things down tonight a puppet show for the king

siriusly

Roamin Ruins! peering through the smoke
trying to make cents outa that hundred dollar note,
that the weasle e. torn show is just taking flight but u just might read about it every other night
or so what rattles round in the back of weasle's wagon,  a dragon an easle, and a pile a puppets
life sized muppets fusing couplets together to weather the storm.
and weasle's easles' worn just and old antique picture frame he got from the attic
hollow in the center so wherever weasle at its tuning out the static
to a new view another muse for a bag o rowdy puppets
weasle pulls the strings we just fuse couplets..

weaseL e. toRn b normin through the storm see his art take form g.

look at weaseL e. toRn ashes stormin through the norm he was born to carry easel

& bear his burden rather easily, call him cecil, call him norm, he really is all people

rolled up into 1 form. & its a rare 1. hes packin flare gun just in case

hes layin landscapes to waste & recreatin them with proper peaces in place

with furious speed he sets the pace knowin its a race but still never showin haste

look at that turtle go, goes the commentator, the voice without a face,

i cant believe that all these rabbits r gettin snared by habit wearing monks

for months hes been runnin steady, while speedy sprinters blow their chunks

all over the fleeces of the lawtons & the reeses soilin all wardrobe pieces

& wifeys in the rivers runnin washboards all through winter at least its

what they say they been doin cuz the laundromat is roman ruins

stewin over rabbits coney a trip to tropical islands worth pursuin

i got the first hand information. & the second hand b wrrrrrappin me up,

im bound for mummification.

weasLe e. toRn is born! //www.recap.on.mummification.siriusly.funky.shhhhhit.comma

weasLe e. toRn and his mound of merry monickers were born in at least two different places at once so in order to tweak the speak and keep it coming unique we will reefer to him say, as they, occassionally, and ill save ya the sirius brainstorm just to pump the end product, organic super beings the superior, and thus chosen variety.  Not to many men can let loose a rag time pens to riches and dance as that weasle can could will and would not so completely disunderstoodup and down the coasts from most to least then eventually landin right about time to east as much wild game as possible, for their gizzards sake.  The blizzards bake, the anvil starts to shake, the weasle starts to take yet another shaped and formed in the clouds over the rockies flipped with a floridian flopponian from the far south east pan handlin the beast heart beats and wheels like these you just cant find cheap so the wagon weasle and his crew rolls in three feet deep pow! shot out the cannon like a small person parts n all strewn n stainin the streets with the amount of walkin weasles dun. for this evening please.....cram a grand in our pocket anagramin cuz we rockit

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I cant believe all the people that have stopped by and taken a look at the blog. How the hell did folks in Croatia catch wind of us? or any where for that matter?  Thank you. Please bookmark and pass along to your friends, and your enemys! We will write the wrong!... we're goin global so grab yer squirt gunz and malt liquor city slicker beware of the groove best behooved to stick to these cliffs got galloping glyphs alien myths sirius b typin in the sans seriff so stick with never touchin down cuz we smoked the landing gear at least that what the pilot says, so fly by anytime for a wake up bowl of roadrunnerlogik.. meep meep zip dang.....bitches

im bound for mumification, i need a permanent vacation, a slave nation, savin up for our latest salivation..,

holy shippps captain was that all one sentence?

this guy serves sentences like a burglar.

they are prolonged, sometimes vulgar always verbular.

& now im gurglin the words that were just hucked at me like furniture

dodgin ottomans duck there goes the swervin herkimers.

diamonds cuz i wears em solely on the soles of my feet

so i can tap dance trancilly whenever i hears The Beat

& feels it tween my toes all tingly forgot to breathe

<<>>, repeat, until circulation is complete

competing with my nervous system shaky hands n teeth a chatterin

none of it seems to matter tho when the subjects are a splatterin

shatterin beliefs that hands & feets cant keep to time

rhyme it up like rumi align your soul with the divine

i feel fine when words are whippin flippin cuz i got my net

& im bringin em out of thin air & slammin em down & dont forget

that im sweattin n that wet spot will surely slip up yer sneaks

whether theyre tied tight or not, even if they got no leaks

careful buddy watch your step when im at work

all my helpers have told me that i can really b a jerk

& i believe them, i got the first hand information

& the second hand is busy wwrrrrrappin me up

please leave a legacy. but u cant drive mine

sometimes i find the rhyme and sometimes i don't exactly sink or float, if the crowd disperses or not that's the better question if we do do we float like the holy goats cuz my evacuation routes an emergency parachutes are works of art better to be viewed on top of this water covered rock, arcs rockin round the clock, around the sun the wanderers roaming signals cloning giggles glowing spes melorious aevi just maybe we'll get there our power comes from something on fire at the other end of a mile long wire so why not drop it into a volcano or a geyser cuz I'm just one word miser makin dust in the wind so plug it in how ya gonna train the brain how ya gonna tame the main lay the blame standin in the I'm standin outa the rain ah i feel much wetter again with the pushing and shoving in line,  i feel just fine its been proved that rice and beans are complicated enough to sustain to maintain altitude Cinderellas got chlorella algae that'll power us all up hill but attainable so u see the rest stay malleable battles between good and evil decide who's high hat gets tanned who gets to beat the man o war drum and live on top of the water riding the snare just riding the snare....?

papa was a meteorite carrying small bits of foreign life

smokin right up to the doorstep of mamas satellite

& they came together n caused a big bang. changed

the course of history for all us who remain. strange

how he left a big divot on mamas backside. he came

crashing into her lap at full cosmic stride. causing

a wave of emotion which knocked most animals down

but with him he brought the seed of new life to town

papa was a puma & my mom she was the dawn

she provided the cover he needed to prowl her lawn

come morningtime hed yawn & curl up in her bushes

lickin dirts from his paws & actin rather useless.

confuscious probly said a proverb pertaining to this plight

but the puma aint a reader, or even a beleiver, tonight

hes stalking through the undergrowth , be his dinner, u might

momma was the earth, papa was a comet chucker

stuck or movin cuz we're wading keep our torches out the waters
leave the masses left debating sums the cash up and we borrows
even more to sure the porches posts n perches that tomorrow
maybe leanin maybe leading maybe leaving us in sorrow

keepin the speaker stuck on first hand to quench my thirst
im stayin digable like the planets man at least ones topped with dirts'll
ffflirt with ya, n make ya smell like gold,
till the curtain hits ya, or till pills take hold, keep it real,

kneel when i gotta get picked up, cuz its a long way down,
slip up give up live up and learn your turns r comin round.
so play em all paul, and keep it claws to the wall,
perfectin the peckin at keys so please go on and walk the halls,

we're checkin yer tags subjectin yer bags cuz we're puttin ya on the flight,
so move along n take yer seeds n turn yer radio up tonight,
nothin to see speak or hear, its just me and my beer,
havent seen them bats in so long that I got nothin to fear,

falling free sparks emergin from the bottom of the tree
and the roads are gettin longer cuz, mines all of what i see
im past all of that cuz the chit the chat
serving greater porpises is where its funkin at

so put the peddles to the kettles
put the flame to the metals
settle yer stomach ache
ya cant stop fate
its only real that sells....