Dill-hole "Ludwig Plutonium" Crazy - 16 years, 2 months, 3 days ago

She typed "I'd like to see you apply yourself ...". I had to start somewhere and so said to myself (in the way that I am semi aware of in myself and imagine ,by cohesion, could quite possibly happen in others: a montage of memory, emotion, sensation and strangeness).
'apply myself to what?'. Images (in the aformentioned, strange, mental mish mash) of wart ointment and/or lotions with equally dubious honour being rubbed in places as equally difficult to translate in metonym; where only surgical gloves will dare and metaphore acurately horrify.
Dill-hole "Ludwig Plutonium" Crazy - 16 years, 10 months ago

To try and do justice (for those of us that still think the word justice has not yet, or has completely , been through the euphemism tread mill) to some kind of non-lyrical desciption , to the ephemera of being - now completely past, as we all stumble helplessly on this preamble ( just as I did while writing it) - to me, is absurdity and impossible. I guess I will have to lie, but in a semi plausible way; not so easy, but needs must as the devil drives a taxi (his name is probably Farouk).

The tapping on the table is loud now but I am writing this from memory; there is a chance it could be completely fabricated but I don't give a fig nor a fuck about it. The memory of this moment, fabricated or not eventually will be forgotten; but however negligible, its effects remain (even if unread) caught in this spider web, in this same moonlight. Where was I?
The infringement he is, not just toward the relm of sensory apperatus - and particularly to the olfactory - but also to relms of a more abstract nature (most otherwise notably legal, ethical, moral, aesthetic and ontological), is somewhat wonderous and transcendent of human capacity. His anti-thetical relationship to all sensibilities or harmonic principals, would lead the most hardened skeptic to belive he was spawned (or more likely coughed up in a ball of phlegm) from some daemon or demiurge; in spite of the fact his heart was in the right place - if there is such a place as "the right place". Ahh brotherly love - no amount of punching will change the fact: I should, in my position as the youngest of three brothers, be in a safe position to know that. Position - cool word isn't it. I remember smoking pot once and talking about the word "it" for several hours; but that is a digression from the topic at hand.

My brother turns thirty in four months time...etc...
Dill-hole "Ludwig Plutonium" Crazy - 16 years, 10 months ago

I once was in a car with too many people in the back. Next to me was a guy and his girlfriend sitting on his lap. We were driving for a little while when I feel this hand touching mine. I started touching it back. We got to the destination, the girl gets out and I am left holding this guys hand... the look on this guys face was priceless... as the Sandman calls it "the unspoken moments club"
Dill-hole "Ludwig Plutonium" Crazy - 16 years, 10 months, 11 days ago