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Clojure and its smirkless tetrahedron
Here we go round the mulberry bush
Cashews, Mennonites and Estonian
The dreaded and leprous lethargy
The missing Parts of The marten Blog
Prancing to Magma in my Daydreams
The words' footsteps patter to Heroku
When you are the Aceman, you must have a God complex to be complete
I'm removing one of your NAND gates
I shaved my ego with a straight razor
All Extroverts Must Be Drawn And Quartered
The 1000 Spittoons At The Abandoned Bar
I Ate Every One Of My Friends' Souls
The Architects of the Brave New World
Snooty morning penguin emulsion
Corpses in the rain - thought to be sweating
A stab in the thigh for the month of July
The Exterior Exhibits the Interior
I'll take my identity from the next card in the deck, baby
Please implant a bulb in my sternum
Get that snapping, drooling thing away from me!
Your ex's snatch will gobble your soul
Can one fall in love with one who lacks imagination?
Cool drafts in an attic full of ghosts
Let's define ourselves by the things we hate
I am beating myself about my ears instead of using my brain
Childhood values as the basis of the future
Somewhere during the intermission between the 24th and 25th
Fireworks coming out of my head
Angelic voices needling my uvula
Italian Zeuhl oozes up the wall
The pattering feet of unfortunate souls
Sunlight filtered by clouds pricks my naked neck
I bought my flayed face at an auction
Nightly, I yearn for morning bed sores
Procrastination is the worm in the eye of the tulip
God wants good. God wants bad.
The fall of the hedonistic software firm
Bleary Bobbus Berieved of Babylon
One who has the final leg severed suffers - a bit
If it is small, it deserves torture
Spinning in a void forever now in my mind
I salute the day by removing the trousers of a nation
I salute the day by removing the trousers of a nation
Budding boils on a gaunt grimace
Scrub the javascript from that old, mouldy boot, please
Dust and nightmares in flatland
Deafening drumbeats undulate my colon
The fire that burns half as long melts my hypothalamus
Truth is dangerous in high doses
I bow to pesky pattern recognition
That opaque skin of yours doesn't fool me, Herr Principal
I believe I'll need some sort of image representation
Humans interact. I interact with this book.
The thrilling tale of coffee filter bacteria
Treading in bootsteps to places one should never again visit
I cut my eye on the diamonds in your draperies, dear
Is it my karma for this to be my dharma with you?
Goading the Schleimscheisser on
Sweltering afternoon in someone else's stolen homeland
Hot DAMN, ladies and fishmongers
A bottle of rum and the bleakness that follows
Well into tomorrow night, lucid one
Gape while you can, guillotined man
The one sentance every 10 minutes entry
The smile under this skirt could move continents
Please do not kick me there, sir
Grating on my mother's prowess
I hate when my pulse rate is 130
Light here stifles the darkness :*(
It's only meant to repress and neutralize your brain
Nefim nic. A lidi jsou absurdnĂ
Blink and you'll piss yourself
I'll give you fifty bucks if you snort this
A pocket of solace in a weedy desert
Betimes my pen should be eternally empty
Cataclysms in the embossed godhead
Choose one: a bear trap or a stoat
Don't call me an IN-LAW or I'll freak a big one
Food is the antithesis of creativity
The blunderbus shot the jukebox guy. May he rot in hades
I'll motivate you with this razor blade, sonny
It's the details that matter, Mr Schtick
All of your friends are tastier than mine
When Sylvie opens a discussion, we all become translucent
I fossilized sloth bladder inebriated with swirling smoke
Shambal decides to sit on the opposite bench
Bagels are dense enough to be your step-niece
A dainty breakfast for Shambal on a cold February morning
The Desert Music (Well, that's about to be the soundtrack)
Glimpses of a pseudo-childhood
My uterine bulkhead is damaged (and also translucent, of course)
The curling tendrils from your unshaven nostrils
Your consistency is for the weak
I still have the power to accept defeat
Don't go for the golden promises / Don't go for the easy way
I really should have shagged Eva
Would you kill for a pint of methane?
You hear that Arp Odyssey? It's coming for YOU
To Hang Like A Mug On The Hook Of Fate
Yuppie Watering Holes Toot My Muffin
Tvaroh Is Streaming From Three Of Her Orifices
My true love pouts steadfastly at the bottom of a well
Oppression and the resultant personality disorders
Christopher y su pies antiguos
Sweet Entropy hooks me by the testes and deposits me thither
Today's Special Despicable Human Feature
For those about to die the flame death, we salute you
Let's talk about continuations
Rays of Xmas Scent Eke from my Pores
I Scrape the Dried Blood from under my Toenails
Santo Domingo Was Squelched Along The Sacred Mud Trail
Paul is dead, but Felix is still alive
If Torla Doesn't Kill Me, The Inferno Surely Will
The PoÄŤitaÄŤ Tilts On A Matress With Unwound Springs
I Punctured Her Lung And Quenched My Thirst With Leaking Instant Coffee
Abject alienation in a village from which are is no escape
The nimble ants nibble my fetoid brain
The wolf howls in mock delight (on a Tuesday, no less)
Once you remove his liver, the chicks will snub him
Ambient noise is a fog in my brain
A long line of insects are awaiting your fly swatter
I stared at at the fissure in her eye-pit until I was color blind
Though my dreams were of his swift demise, this prolonged suffering is more satisfying
Scrub all the fuzz off with lye
I'd like to stab you in the nameday
Sitting in a Pool of Congealing Orange Marmalade
The Scent Of Cumin and Bacon from her Flesh
Stare the other way, fair maiden, for my navel is rancid
When you and I are young again
All introverts shall be consumed by fire
When you're a boy, you are forced to perpetually relive the prime of your life
Guarda tus cojones dentro de esta caja hermetica en la alma
All my friends, one by one, rub on the vanishing oil
Constipation skips a generation
Oolong warms my trembling tail feathers flapping in the hurricane
I ejected the soul from her body and sent it tumbling to heaven
You have a glop of id running down your cheek
Is that a crustacean in your pocket or are you just an asshole?
That Croat Chick Has Plans to Saw Off Your Libido, Dick-Boy
It's too early in the morning to put my penis inside of a goat
She rammed that thing right into his tug-boat!
Her hoofbeats always get lost in tomorrow's dusty day
Horizontal forms crane to imbibe illusions
I snigger at your severed appendage
Her cleft caterwauls from her postured reticence
Shattering an opponent's testicles is as a decisive move as belching at the next sorority reunion
Every third day, he encountered the stick in the mud
I subsist peacefully by earning nothing
Were I able to move my finger that quickly, I'd have bitten the dust by now
All bow down to the oily patch of earth
Her dessicated cadaver shall be an excavation treasure
Someone clean her brains off Christián's boot
I am of the cosmos as peasants are of the soil
The restless void between the stars
Shambal and his religion fetish
Why we don't cater to the raging voices of the servants
You don't want to know what happened to the wife
What claim have I that you exist?
Your inner dialogue is spilling into my soup
I'll just nail myself to the sinking boat, thank you
For those who wish to die, go right ahead
The flaccid membrane encasing the crone's legs to my left is congealing
Friction eventually produces a featureless stone
The devil snatched away her ovaries
Your pellucid eyes clearly display your recent lobotomy
I share my inner rot with my fellow rodents
Please spend your time doing a number of more less satisfying and anti-intellectual activities
Cut yourself loose from the manic day
That goat of yours isn't getting any yonger, ya know
Beauty seared the eyes from Shambal's pocked face
I kicked the rotten, wooden bucket and it crumbled
The leaves are falling in autumn's absence
A synchronised ant dance for your second best friend's wake
I'll quash your spindly, groping self-assertion with a stern glance
You piss in my trousers once more, you're filed away
Just what are BRANCH TABLES and why would you want to use them in your current project?
Sleep while we pray for our lives
I lived in the soundbox of Thelonious's sweet and lovely nightmare for 17 days
Worry not, child, for your line will be cut
Monophonic, crepuscular and half-glimpsed
Fronds littered the garden, masking her unruly tongue
Filling the spaces between notes, where silence floats, is not obligatory
My shoulders were crushed by perished social climbers
Remember that a melody slides over a shifting rhythm leaving only a thin residue
The Horrors of a Sunspot Winking Out
Preforations in the Partition of Tradition
The muddy sound of fluid frequencies
Ever a slave to the worn out grooves
My Dirigible is the Centre of the Universe
The Patter of Envelope Controlled White Noise Generators
Discreet Chunks of Coloured Quanta
What is the Distance between Stagnant and Fossilized?
Abandon My True Eidolon in Yonder Convenient Abyss
The Meat Locker of Earlthly Desires
Every Contextual Greyness Fading from an Edge You Are
The Artifact that Diluted a Species
How I Ruptured my Cerebrum Implementing Activity Pub
My Collection of Originalities is Thinning
A Task for my Pet Tardigrade and its Multitudinous Foals
The Buddha Goes for Target Practise, Part IV
Repetition is not a form of change (in this case)
The Tentacles of the Ruling Class
What Fact of Life Can We Discard?
I Sucked Her Brain Out With My Spinach Salad
If You're Feeling Groggy, Feed Yourself a Doggie
Survey Silliness at 5.32 in the Morning
This is a good thing to do whilst waiting for the plane to Tejas
Somewhere during the Intermission between the 24th and 25th
Juicy Chocolate Krusli on my Desk
Here is an Interesting Curiosity
Nuances Sucking Away Your Soul
The Ache to be the Center of the Cosmos
A Part of Everyone is a Narcissist Asshole
The Chasm Between Short-Term and Long-Term Memory
Slaves to Absurd Future Remembrance
Suspended Ambiguity May Get Over Itself Now
Coffee Cups Made From The Skulls Of Marketing Men
The Translucent Backdroop of the Age
There Is No Discussion Of Geese In This Entry
A Mundane, Tech-Oriented Entry
A Better Way to Drift Through a Day
The Primal Urge to Question the Validity of Primal Urges
A Cubic Light Year of Rubber Cement
This Elaborative Mishmash of Words
Minimalist Loops Using the Smallest Apparatus Possible
Not Every Being Can Be A Dependent Being
The Beating of the Bedraggled Brain
The Vanishing of Things Already Disappeared
Flasks or Rectangular Lasagna Dishes
After All the Meandering and Longevity
A Weapon or a Piece of an Artistic MĂ©lange
These Connections are Incidental
Perhaps I Should Simply Make a Sandwich
Kapr with its Close Companions
Roger Trigaux and the Canal of Fumbling Forms
Go Visit Your Local Baptist Student Union
My Thoughts Mearly Drift Among the Oddities
A Feeble Sheep in Mental Anguish
An Ambience of Blighted Nostalgia
On the Lip of the Agonizing Drop
Dissolving Beams from a Dying Sun
Four in the Morning Ate Breakfast with my Hara
A Sentinel Glanced Over But Never Considered
I did not choose - it chose me
Hollow Tentacles Reach Out Amid The Galaxy
I've Looked Directly in Its Cyclops Eye
Martenblog - The musings of a mustelid
Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth