Traffic and Road Construction(Blues version 3.14159)

Despite much analytical work, in addition to supercomputer calculations that have determined over 1 trillion digits of π, no pattern in the digits has ever been found.

Please. Pardon. What? Tanka -1hour

Are you there? Coming,
out through the inner walls, spent.
Are you here? Feel this.
In radiant glow, turning,
to unleash the sun once more.

+Please kill me before I post again.

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Hello Two. One Here.
What do you do when the words won't play and yet thought still runs kaleidiscopic? So I painted; but it mocks me like I do, spook. There are no walls they can't get behind, so, are you an exhibitionist? Do you grimace? Or smile for the pretty birdy of our new improved Victorian Age, behind high walls with lovely ivy and high class techistry within, and dogs and men who wear shiny suits and chic shades with an earplug for contact with home base aka where the checks come from; smile behind lying eyes and die inside, revive after three days and do it again and again and again and then, there's everybody else. Outside the gates, and they surely won't be getting in, yet still have a dream of a golden calf while the snake eats itsself and their own in a neverending wheel of comic karma overload on tilt, and axis slipping.

Three and Done(Libretto by Egon Schiele)

Welcome to my Crazytown, where the bots reply to the questions you really don't ask, except deep in your dreams that you forget when you wake up to save your head exploding; and you thought it was allergies. Particulate matter, ain't; and it's getting so very bright out but the sky is black with fumes and hot mirage and it's so very very, really real.

A Breast Incarceration(Egon Shiele Conducting)

Bound up/confined, not on fire, for the late arrivals. This is a falling action; we declared victory and ran for Elysian Fields. After toxifying it all. For orders sake. And pretty colored maps. The demarcation of our love.

Egon Schiele is My Homeboy!

Dead at 28, what a travesty(20,000,000 is a lot of lives lost in 1918 lives, what with inflation). A billion hosannas and a sweet sleep for you and Edith nee Harms, wherever you are; no one here really knows where we all go or if we go at all but they're all selling hard or soft and never waxing but for the waning wading into nano, because we got to know got to know got to know(for reasons of national security and the cult of advertising, now lets switch and I'll be pimp, and you'll be ho). Whatever became of Vallie Neuzil?

Hai(shark have yes shark two)

HAI

Finnish
Noun
hai
shark
Synonyms
haikala

Italian
Verb form
hai
(you) have (second person singular present tense of avere)
Homophones
ai

Japanese Romaji
Adverb
hai (はい)
yes
Synonyms
ええ (ee) (polite)
うん (n) (informal, not really a word)
Antonyms
iie (いいえ)

Norwegian
Noun
hai m (definite singular haien; indefinite plural haier; definite plural haiene)
shark


Vietnamese
Cardinal number
hai
two
Related terms
tháng hai
thứ hai, ngày thứ hai

You(oh butter)

Finnish
(index vo)
Injection
voi
oh
voi ei! (oh no!)
Noun
voi
butter
Derived terms
voidella
voinen
voisilmä
voiveitsi
Verb form
voi
third person singular present indicative of voida (can)
hän voi auttaa (she can help)
part of singular present negative of voida (can)
minä en voi auttaa (I cannot help)
hän ei voi auttaa (she cannot help)

Italian
Etymology
Latin vos
Pronunciation
vói, /ˈvoi/, /"voi/
Pronoun
voi
The second person plural familiar pronoun,
voi refers to the persons
who are spoken
or written to:
you.
Related terms
voialtri, voi altri
vostro
vi
See also
Loro
tu

Romanian
Pronunciation
SAMPA: /voj/
Pronoun
voi
The second person (plural),
voi refers to that person
or persons
who are spoken,
or written to:
you.

Vietnamese
Noun
voi
elephant (the animal)

Thanks Wikipedia! You know you my Brioche! Sorry for the Licklinks; but maybe you'll learn something, try hitting the Random page, it's so...Us.

Debris fields force

You know you'll be back there, it has all the memories you shun.

Crazy and Twinned

It was a school morning, but Sierra Stiles wasn't gathering her books. Instead, in the pre-dawn blackness, the 8-year-old pulled on a camouflage shirt, pants and boots, and grabbed a high-powered hunting rifle. The third-grader from Western Maryland had beaten out 1,992 applicants to be selected through a state lottery as one of only 200 to obtain hunting licenses for Maryland's second black bear hunt in a half-century. Hiding with her father behind trees on her family's farm, Sierra used a .243-caliber rifle to shoot a 211-pound male black bear Monday morning, the first kill of the season, according to the Maryland Department of Natural Resources. In the end, the youngest and smallest hunter also proved to be the quickest to claim a trophy."I'm so proud of her," said Robert Harvey, 65, her great-uncle, who owns the farm in Kitzmiller where the bear was shot. "It's good to get these kids outside, so they can really learn". Sierra's bear, which she plans to turn into a rug, was one of 13 to be registered with game officers Monday at the Mount Nebo Wildlife Management Area just north of Oakland, with another two weighed-in at a state office in Frostburg. It was the first day of a season expected to last three or four days, or until at least 40 are killed, twice as many as last year, state officials said. The plan is to kill no more than 55 bears this year. Barred in Maryland since 1953, black bear hunting was resumed last fall in Garrett and western Allegany counties by wildlife managers who concluded that the animals were no longer endangered, with at least 500 in the state; maybe. Happy Hunting!

Triangle Tipped

If you're so keen on normalizing something, why don't you start with your face!

Thickening Paints and Venus Transits

Framebuffers for screenagers onscreen or off. String puzzles and the Oreads of Aphrodite to tuck me after staring into their lights from time untime. Polaris doesn't wag my dog but the moon, she moves me. The dog star Sirius is the brightest here abouts, save for the Sun, but we always listened and heard and heeded, exactly what we wanted to.

The Voice of Jean-Louis Trintignant

Jean-Pierre Jeunet owes me three French movies stat, stupid Alien: Ressurection. I bet Dominique Pinon would like to take a bite of his ass out over that one too, but I hate it worse; because Jeunet & Caro movies are missing because of what Hollywood would steal for its own and then totally destroy, just like all those cornfed dreamers do in Rome West shaky home.

Yuck!(Tankas Only Zone)

No pictures or prints
will save you from all your selves
that sleep in your bed
whether its balanced or not
by the hips of another

lead pipe cinch you wont
understand or care at all
I know this backwards
like I was foretold before
to forget upon waking

Cement Shortage

This is a Low.
She says, "It's not so bad".
I say, "I know, it's bad and getting worse".
Another analog digital scam mandated by Congress to resell what they don't own, disappear those same ill gotten gains into sinkholes of the past public trust, and now for some sweet corporate rapist gravy train all aboard, but not you and you and you, whoo whoo; don't stall out on the tracks, it's not stopping...or even slowing. Money? What money? Move it along Buddy is the NYPD motto; what's yours? Senor Frog? Hello? How many hearses to carry us home? With 40% of the atmosphere gone and us still driving hard like John Henrys ghost. Hideous castes miscast into flip hop krunk novels and hovels with dirt floors, sired by a black goat with one eye and a notch cut out of one ear who vanished on birthday plus zero none. Pune is inside you and you don't need a Yogi to find it, and Love is still Free, but it had better watch its back lest they stamp a rat-a-tat vat on its ass; stay low, avoid checkpoints and green zones, and keep breathing while the breathing's good.

Islet in the Eye

Hello, Yucatan?
and now for a smelling salt
hold me close, and tight
so I don't fly into space
from this sweet decompression

There she goes again(Ronnie Days)

Off into the dark night
with darker dreams told
to sparkle for a brief and out
like a passing firefly
love amongst
humans

H5N1N5H(16 hours of sex)

Submit utterly
to our coming favelas
there is no safe here
save for that falling weight there
above you and coming fast

Pineapple Upside Down Yucatan Cake

Hey Baby! My sweet Florida de-developer! I dreamed of you, and here you are; kisses. You are a voyeur, but I love your eye and all its see through us glory. Flood plains and greased palms and wetlands sucked, and now for some payback au naturel.

Last Picture Show for Rickshaws

I only miss you when you're not around. Is that so damning? I never knew from all my other ways of doing it, to them and myself. Damn Damning. I will never speak again, again.

Allusions to angels dancing on pinheads

I am Bismarck.
You are Fargo.
We're as close to each other as everything else is far away from both.
I don't know what it means, or if we should do a thing; friends don't come easy here, not on these plains.

Angels Head

Dance on this!

Tittering Pins

Welcome to the Middle of my Nowhere

Hello?
Hello. How are you? Do you have a minute or a million? I have a thousand questions without answers, and it's just, I like the sound of your voice.
Hm.
Hm, I don't think so. My stubborn doesn't run me, but it knows enough to run for me, when I won't and should; knowing, it's all games for children, most way past 21.
Goodbye?
Goodbye.

RI 37?

Anatomical Man

You're so E=MC2

Ring Ring

Hi.
Hi, is it okay that I called?
Not really, you belong to another.
But it's just talk.
About your orgasms?
Well, yeah.
That's no fair.
You know Fair?
No, just Un.

Witch Hazel Eyes

One big, one smallish,
or larger, light depending
black in hazel bight
across a sea of shadows
green for go and brown for stop

Toledo Kashmiri

Concrete and rocks are not your friends.

Harvest Moon

Sellevangelists in 30 minute increments across the broadcasting spectrum, pimp pablum to stunned masses lying boggled on their couches from the random flickering images, production position presentation testimony offer offer; 2 for 1? I thought that was love. Screaming works well, people are drawn to loud crazy, and bug eyes, and the stranger, the better. Squeaky wheels and runaway lanes for the greasy few and the rest roll over the cliff, and away. I place my hand there, to feel your warm wet heartbeat, and nuzzle your neck, to feel it beat on my lips. Buckled knees & broken hearts & hyperextensions of both; how many times do I have to put that dog down?

Alles in Ordnung

Properly tore(said like toe) up.