1/28/11

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.



1/27/11

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

1/24/11

We're Legends in Our own mindz

United States 379
United Kingdom
4
Croatia 2
Canada 1
Denmark 1
France 1
Singapore 1

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

1/23/11

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

1/19/11

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....

1/18/11

disheveled shoveler.. come in.. this is the mother ship..

 disheveled shoveler.. come in.. this is sirius.. beings in the mother ship....come in disheveled shoveler .. its cold out. so when ya go out ya  put yer boots on. and tie em tight catchin the snow train hits town tonight. cuz this is sirius and we B trying 2 keep it bright
hopin that the sweat will weigh the same as the paycheck. spent already
got the food got the news funk the blues. we pump that raga that nesta that bomba that slow and steady. keepin it ready for the chill cuz its here.. cant run on the peanuts and beer money
steers funny. but only when ya let it drive hear funny. from all the years of funk and jive  got tears for ya. all yall  had to run and hide we got meals for ya. go ahead and stay alive. one day at a time. so come in.. desheveled shoveler.. come in.. my laptops runnin on fumes thoughts consume  tea mostly at this hour the new ones somewhere in the notch playin hot scotch with the wind so let this story begin when it gets here.. but for now just come in..

1/15/11

yeah ive got some influences

i wanna be thorough like thoreau man sick like poe
i already got the tell tale heart cant u hear it down below?
the floorboards which squeak speaking truths through the walls
heart thumping steady like The Beat resonating, echoing down the halls
i got my glass eye open, hawk, always always sideways slanting.
balls bouncing in time rhyming wrapping dancers, ranting

i wanna say the truth like sage man slow n sslimy like a slug
smudge smokin in my living quarters borders busted down like nug
& crumbled up on a dish into some marvelous manageable ish
sure ill have a hand handling it, fish, grab a side & make a wish
have a seat cheers to you my brother another day complete
some staying balls bounce on forever never straying from the street

hobo livin just ask dylan man hit it hard like hesse
art about ramblin trampin helps travelers feel at rest
easiest when they on the road wont congest like this here box
i confess to suggesting flocking, bird, carry your own load like ox
& my socks got holes in em in the same spot as my shoes
from footin tolls kickin balls avoidin trolls n payin dues

i wanna be heady like garcia man mad like de la rocha
scream it while i got a voice moisten lips n bust like osha
bright orange soul rock n roll burn on infinitely fuel the fires like desires
compact like coal & we'll know when its the right time to shine & inspire
like jewels & we will watch the fools drool & then we'll sell them the pyrite
they cant tell the diff anyways, pirate, & i might add that this life is finite

i wanna be historical like michener man dope like chopin
record some rural wisdom with them & get the gates open
storm the castle baffle magnates hassle the whole damn kingdom
grapple with authority figures while screamin out FFFRRREEEDOM!
we done did that already remember back in seventeen seventy six
foundations busted since then tho cuz right down to a pile of bricks

1/14/11

& i usedta look forward to shovellin snow

how do i feel? well besides the spine neck n shoulders its really no big deal
& as for the kneeees n hips ankles n heels all i need is a day itll all heal.
for real. & ibuprofin i just dont get how it works
itll search my whole body n pinpoint where hurts
i need a jerk i mean chiropractor realign this bag of dirts

& sirius he B fine its just his computers got the flu.
n i bet we B hearing from him within a day or 2
that mustard flavored tiger tyrant got nothin to prove
but he will. hell log the mass's afterthoughts even if they dont approve
dude. im sore. i got muscle aches galore
the 100 tons of snow i just moved was my undoing for sure.
i got the workingmans blues & i feel theres only one cure.
to find a way to get paid for art however hard to get through the door
we aint lookin for millions, mister manager man
just enough to raise som families n work on the master plan
& land some land thats nice n quiet concentrate on whats at hand
which is my keyboard tappin hackin down trees
dig some rocks up out the earth to create some boundaries
& build a fucking castle. impenetrable by foes
not that we have any thats just how my daydream goes

1/12/11

i had this dream last night

i had a funky dream last night, & normally im not a dreamer
bbut the 9 yr old & i was fishin, pullin kitties out the river.
they were fat, loveable & cute except that they had pinchers.
which were gettin rubber banded up sos their defenses couldnt b delivered.
& then wifey came home from work & said what we gonna do with a whole litter
especially this one i mean claws r bad enough
but these lobsterlike monsters they outta b foodstuffs.

i had a funky dream last night & normally i dream water
fountains flowing gushing rivers wet mom & daddy otter
n the little ens swimmin in it were nothin but fodder
for the river dolphins n such much effort put into their slaughter
for reporpoising purposes. & whats worse is this russian caviar
still gettin slurped up endangered species sturgeon eggs list it
it will only bring their worth up
& its all over now, baby beluga

1/9/11

no one can stop the mustard tiger now!!!!!

guess its my turn to churn the subject matter
funkn splatter the pentambic and all of your iameter, I am an eater
of the lost broke and slow fishes
b reclus like a spider, and its against my fins best wishes
i still get tangled up in webbs, i got a habit of tellin the truth to loud and not stayin in the line
but i'll walk it like the road my feet are feeling fine ahh my funkin spine
its time to shine every morning at around 630
all you roosters can bust yer beaks up but you hens can keep it dirty
im just over thirty and can only say that for so long 
times strong like the current currency isnt gonna last all that long
so stash all the ish ya can and plan for an EZer way
and I keep hearing these fighter jets every funkin day
playin with their sentence silencers n my pile of monikers is gettin shorter, porter so pour me another please, coma that is......

yeah but the more i scratch the worse the itch

that was one hot post. bring my core temp back up like a steamy bowl of pot roast.
& we got most people on the guessin game show cmon over vanna we need a hot host.
all thats missin is the hotsauce. & the ultimate goal behind this mission is not lost.
we just like to stray like some bad dogs, & come back hungry, if youre lucky, boss.
& whatnot. my butt got
these fiberglass shards so deep theyre probly in my blood by now.
& im bangin my head against the bench screamin about how
sweet itd be to own a ratchet that aint broke
& a skilsaw that isnt frigid frozen cant u smell the smoke
shes all seized up pistons splintered shattered blade is toothless
& be careful up in the treetops that thunderstorm looks ruthless
i bet thats the charge youre smelling on the air
either that or my electronics melting static standing on your hair
& the dirts hurt when you hit it especially face first, kurt
& i gotta run i got some screws to bang some closets to fill n some shelves to hang

1/7/11

if yer insulation itches then ya better scratch it

sat next to an old man once got buried amidst his racket
he said son if yer gonna be wrenchin with the bench might i suggest a rachet
and if yer insulation itches then maybe ya better scratch it
and so long as the lorax is there to pack it
sure as shit siriusss b here to match it,
aaahhhh of the precipice you speek well you gotta peak down to the bottom of the pit
the hole time makin sure that life vest is indeed a custom fit ,
and yer snorkel save it for your skiis
cuz if there be harpees down there just feed em sharp cheese,
shit cuz we got pills to give us gills. anyway. 
I got a 2000 model shepherd and shes got a few squeaks
a gold paint job same old uppolstery but i got her cheap. when it comes to friends. anyway
im thinkin that yer flight test set off an alarm
cuz somewhere in the siriussphere a little red light blinked he speaks of fear curious cuz near the edge of a precipice i always feel charged, marge.electric, get perspective preferrable from at least tree top in level, nevel.  write em square between the eyes, or eye, and smell what it tastes like to fly! Ty.
if it smells like dirt then you landed face first. kurtis
cuz I  sssir  sssiriusness  meditate n medicate thee sirr loraxalot n its an evolving plot so be the knight with all ya got n keep the tabletop on its side so it rolls..

precipice

i can feel rock underfoot, but right there: no thingness.
im guessin this is the precipice.
& im left with this selflessness in my left,
& up against my right breast i got my snorkle & life vest.
if this is that scratch which they all yearn to itch
than it must b the precipice
the rest of this world is rigorous
a wee bit spasmodic for the likes of this vantrilliquist.
but i got no puppet. my 12 year old puppy
is a bit wry & fed up with listening & shit. not havin it.
in fact its like telling a rock to stop rollin.
yellin at inanimate objects doesnt usually do the trick.

my flight test ascended to the heavens this morn &
i come back down to find myself on the precipice.
& im left with this achey-chesty senselessness.
& i dont know how to end with this
good thing there is no ending.
just a comma followed by whatever sirius B gonna spit
so here b your comma my brotha now get up n get down with it

,

1/5/11

when uncle scam plays the HAARP people run for the box office

feathers hittin the ground fins hittin the air everybody gittin twisters for new years
not dissin the hoods just rockin from the woods solid bounce brooklynonomous
shouldnt promise us cuz cuz'll grab your ish and I think the commisionors out on bail now. hes weavin tale now and thats a hell of a rug and for that ill toast another mug n roast another nug n shrug my shoulders cuz ya know life rings float n everybody needs a little holy goat to keep the gyros turnin yer lips blue so <<inhale>>
settin sails with finish nails hushin creeks onboards youll find the crew crude n crew'd up from the start
quotin poe n startin slow n its a tell tale heart it lets us know its to and fro its like the shopping for your cart
lets ya know your on the way n ill keep the lead in my gas today n cuz all my hair will eventually turn grey n i'll tell the tales of what they say was a siriusly b righter day but cuz the horsemans still got his head so take it away.. if ya find yourself without one..
i would like to give a shoutout to our anonymous comments
the fact that someone is following is somewhat of a surprise, honest
so u keep reading & well keep up our end, promise
not only does she read it but i think she even understands
so clunky gurl dont let the walls enclose on ya & if the mans
are gonna take you down, take them down with you
from the contents of your comments i trust this wont b an issue

1/4/11

what the f chuck ill duck even tho im headless

got nothin to lose, literally. the head is but a target. so let em chuck their chickens margaret im just gonna act all lethargic.
as long as it aint turkeys cuz id hate to come down with chlamydiosis or the tom flu.
tomfoolery gettin stuffed up santas flue keep yer birds n get yer sleigh down offen my roof n stop them beasts from makin turds. come springtime my yardll reek of the tundra, of caribou herds.
ya heard? word. i dont like repeatin myself wanted to make sure i havent slurred.
thats some foul fowl gettin stirred. add some hotsauce quick sos dinnerll be preserved
& served on a platter a year & a half after in the halls of some magistrate & in amongst the laughter youll find a few sobs comin from the slobs that just lapped her. tom flu stew, stu. its a foul fowl.

1/3/11

throwin the poultry to the wind and lettin my feathers flock

well then duck if ya see me comin cuz im throwin the poultry to the wind  and lettin my feathers flock to where the stack is static free, keep chargin the chi, screamin no mercy for the weak the cat dove from the top rope nope didnt make it about 11:49 she really started to shake it from the ground up give it up for Mooooooo. the cow knew it all along.  
keep strong when the wind blows baby branches together closer ya grow the warmer be the weather like a sweater weavin words in the breeze blowin through  the trees listen close enough see em breathin life into the sails like pail after pail of chums on a shark fishing trip..

im gonna make a rug out of my dog when he goes

vacations are finally over which means that my one can gratefully begin.
but wait up recount the stack of dimes & find its decision time again.
its been a great ride but like all roads its bound to have an end, friend.

i really dont like all this weighing & flexin playing with all these perplexin
thoughts about routes that just may wind up in a land without imperfection
im destined to find it if its there ive dealt with all lifes lessons. & quenched them

& im really not into all this wrenching with the bench, ken it was best when
i was done with it, just fine when i found it, sure, but it coulda used some adjustment
& it got it. not sure if my bag has the right tool for this fix
but you know me cousin i could sure rig up some ish.
& be done with it in love with it wishin i was a different fish

in a foreign stream. & now i really dont gleam when i think about the things
that are landing on this page, paige. i mean im mean when i think about it,
even if i dont show my rage. but still noone should have to deal with me
but as we act our age time slips into the forefront & my lines dripped to the floor but
im an exellent freelancer, master director man & i was made for storefront broadway.

& so can i have the part plz i am my own artpiece & if i aint discovered by tuesday
im gonna run outta laundries. & then is when i get all ornery. im upon the
precipice with this one i hope i dont slip up n make a mess of whats below, rodney

i hope i can continue the way im headed even though i know deep down my soul will be beheaded
& the overflowin bowl will be depleted n the gasll be all leaded.
& my truckll blow up watch its gonna happen now that i said it.
should probly just stay home. i am safe here.

1/1/11

headed back toward the sun again, Finagin.

days should be getting longer but no longer than 24 hours a day sssirius B cruisin through the code ziggn n zaggn  n sendin fragments attachments to the roadrunnin  beast, its alive, common n gather for the feast ,
we'll all sit and stretch the word over
a beat that bleeds from the speaker like our penz lay it down
a tree leaves to the freezer till they all hit the ground same sound star bound running for the woods
cuz i hope it wont burn we got a lotta water stored save the hords dont find it cuz they're in decline its no excuse the bandits always catch the caboose first so im stayin loose..