Sacred Disease

5 02 2010

Once again, we chopped up books*.

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Transcription:

ON THE SACRED DISEASE

Of little children who are seized with this disease, the greater part die.
Do not take the small bag.
As it was a rainy day, it is used after the expression of feeling 25 kilos, sir.
People don’t have fortunes left them in that style nowadays;
She said that she would come with me next time when addressing very young children or animals.
Amy felt relieved, and laid it by to show Laurie, whom she wanted as a second witness.
His brother Dimitri collect Old Masters, esp. Dutch School, Flemish masters and it is used for direct commands.
What traffic in the streets!  A very strange paradox exists in a very easy business.
An aesthetic which arose in Russia based on the Futurist cult of the machine.
All right.  Please send a boy.
Have you tobacco, perfume or liquors to declare?
“How long have you been here?”
The swellings which arise in the ham, woman had signed her name,
“You devoted John”

*any & all books sacrificed for this effort were already without covers and in most cases doomed for the recycling bin

-BRP





Birthday Haiku Again

4 02 2010

Once again we have randomized our brains and lubricated our words with coffee – all for the sake of celebrating the birthday of a friend.  He has many names, but we call him…  Well, that’s not important.

Fucking piece of cake
It’s all up in my shit now
Exit only man

Big and hairy man
We love your huge bulk and heart
Your love kills slowly

I know what I want
A pony, a doll house and
A nasal lavage

Papa bear hug time
Baby bear grips a pillow
Lay back, enjoy it

We want you to dance!
Please sing more “Swamp Thing” for us!
Birthday blowjob, eh?

And there you have it.  Not exactly the most universal birthday haiku, but perfectly appropriate for our purposes.  Just remember:  birthdays are real, the rest is speculation.

-BRP