10M: Rainbow country: rival colours melt, become light to fight night.
10Z: Books packed, gentle family, in rucksacks. Traveling, free range, mindset.
9M: Skulls are sincere. See right through their eyes' grave.
9Z: Cults are kind at heart. Like porcupines, or curmudgeons.
8M: Feathers become sand when in deserts birds land.
8Z: The sky falls without color. Mixed blessing. Indescribable.
7M: Remember 'til your brain becomes a stele.
7Z: Fight the man. Kiss the woman. Repeat.
6M: Coin on track. Picture the feeling.
6Z: Unmarked graves like mouths without voices.
5M: Tornado inside brain spares nothing.
5Z: Pretty wife. Pretty life. Envy.
4M: Marks soap cannot clean.
4Z: FEMA doesn't do heartache.
3M: Bird shadow slithers.
3Z: Thou shalt not.
2M: Not couple.
2Z: Infinite indefinite.
1M: Implant.
1Z: Hemophilia.
God of Bullshit, fail me not
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Christmas Special: 25 Word Countdown: "Everything she touches turns into music. Play her pancakes on the turntable."
25M: Traveled to Jamaica on a pirogue, tricked everybody into believing in the God of Rhum, became the king, but made one mistake: destroyed the idol.
25Z: Handles the alarm clock. Silent sigh of her mouth, wingtip eyelids, lilac lips. Beautiful woman. His. Momentarily. Rings in his hands, puts his on her.
24M: It hides under beds and stairs, behind corners, under cellars. The only way to kill him is to find out what it looks like.
24Z: Pen on paper. Pages eaten by words, consumed in hours. Busybody fate. Every line lies. Every line trash. Every line crumpled. Dreams in dustbins.
23M: Her head was full of animals. Sadness was a mockingbird, happiness a parrot. Her rage a wild lynx and was impossible to tame.
23Z: Glowworm ribcage softens footsteps in moonlight, the quiet warmth of a soul in motion. Heaven was never ours, but why make death dour?
22M: They collected the footprints of passers-by, framed them, and put them in the museum. It was the proof their land existed.
22Z: She surprises me with "I'm pregnant," immediately bores me with "Our child." One word breaks her cunningly, that word one spelled vasectomy.
21M: A community of miniature creatures lives at the bottom of the wine bottle. Imagine how they laugh when you've empied it.
21Z: Manipulate strings, optical cords articulate my puppet shaped worldview. Simple life, don't make me think. Dead leaders are easier to follow.
20M: He undressed slowly, dismantled the sweater until he held a woolen bundle. Knitted an air balloon, flew to the moon.
20Z: Twenty. Not a good age to die. Too young to know how to live. Both of which come later, unbidden.
19M: Jim had the power of talking to doorknobs. No thief or spy, only loved to check what was behind.
19Z: She sails through the hole I've crafted in my heart, assailed by undercurrents and ceaseless storms. Slowly, she tires.
18M: Checking every statue in her studio before leaving, stopped where the mirror used to be. Saw another statue.
18Z: Proudly holding the man's heart in hand, he kicks the decapitated corpse down endless steps. Mayan's party hard.
17M: Running his wig shop had made him the best friend of all the bald women in town.
17Z: Jackknife tongue divides around my edges, hugs my jagged face. We knives rarely get love so tender.
16M: Honey I'm home. She enters the bedroom. He's in bed. Cheeks red. Rustling in the closet.
16Z: "That was my head." She's lost a lot of blood. I asked if she was hungry.
15M: He watches the weather man predict the present, ignoring the window with a view behind.
15Z: The pillows met at night, heads mixing heavy air, providing dreams, making light in darkness.
14M: If she went out every night, she thought, she'd finally forget the way home.
14Z: "No," says the conductor. "Not stoppin' this train fer yer' robot'r any real man."
13M: Not guilty. Gun simply happened to be in his hand. Finger on trigger.
13Z: Martin lives on weekends. Other days Martin vacates his body. No one notices.
12M: Everything she touches turns into music. Play her pancakes on the turntable.
12Z: Riot shield ruins his birthday. Most of his jaw. Complexion. Glasses. Pants.
11M: Meeting place for their last encounter: in front of the altar.
11Z: String up the guitar, play pretty pretender. Long roads, long nights.
10M: Small hands tear the arms off the clock. Defeated time.
10Z: Zipper signs abrasions on his hand. Courtesy: his mother's purse.
9M: Paint, wall paper, paintings. Anything to hide the bricks.
9Z: Gentlemen violence bleeds genteelly across the estate. Bizarro Darcy.
8M: "Honour" he said, heads rolling off. "How much?"
8Z: Eat the cat, swallow the bird, forget yourself.
7M: Human flesh like candle wax unites, illuminates.
7Z: Can be anything growing up. Poison indecision.
6M: Never ask for real fairytale ends.
6Z: Loved he wasn't, she he loved.
5M: Her stop is that cloud.
5Z: Cinderella's slipper fit the kingdom.
4M: Jumped. Ground floor. Embarrassing.
4Z: Quagmire kiss constricts inhibition.
3M: Horses gallop backwards.
3Z: Rock. Paper. Auto-erotic-asphyxiation.
2M: Leopard crossing.
2Z: PiƱata pelt.
1M: Irreversible.
1Z: Pederast.
25Z: Handles the alarm clock. Silent sigh of her mouth, wingtip eyelids, lilac lips. Beautiful woman. His. Momentarily. Rings in his hands, puts his on her.
24M: It hides under beds and stairs, behind corners, under cellars. The only way to kill him is to find out what it looks like.
24Z: Pen on paper. Pages eaten by words, consumed in hours. Busybody fate. Every line lies. Every line trash. Every line crumpled. Dreams in dustbins.
23M: Her head was full of animals. Sadness was a mockingbird, happiness a parrot. Her rage a wild lynx and was impossible to tame.
23Z: Glowworm ribcage softens footsteps in moonlight, the quiet warmth of a soul in motion. Heaven was never ours, but why make death dour?
22M: They collected the footprints of passers-by, framed them, and put them in the museum. It was the proof their land existed.
22Z: She surprises me with "I'm pregnant," immediately bores me with "Our child." One word breaks her cunningly, that word one spelled vasectomy.
21M: A community of miniature creatures lives at the bottom of the wine bottle. Imagine how they laugh when you've empied it.
21Z: Manipulate strings, optical cords articulate my puppet shaped worldview. Simple life, don't make me think. Dead leaders are easier to follow.
20M: He undressed slowly, dismantled the sweater until he held a woolen bundle. Knitted an air balloon, flew to the moon.
20Z: Twenty. Not a good age to die. Too young to know how to live. Both of which come later, unbidden.
19M: Jim had the power of talking to doorknobs. No thief or spy, only loved to check what was behind.
19Z: She sails through the hole I've crafted in my heart, assailed by undercurrents and ceaseless storms. Slowly, she tires.
18M: Checking every statue in her studio before leaving, stopped where the mirror used to be. Saw another statue.
18Z: Proudly holding the man's heart in hand, he kicks the decapitated corpse down endless steps. Mayan's party hard.
17M: Running his wig shop had made him the best friend of all the bald women in town.
17Z: Jackknife tongue divides around my edges, hugs my jagged face. We knives rarely get love so tender.
16M: Honey I'm home. She enters the bedroom. He's in bed. Cheeks red. Rustling in the closet.
16Z: "That was my head." She's lost a lot of blood. I asked if she was hungry.
15M: He watches the weather man predict the present, ignoring the window with a view behind.
15Z: The pillows met at night, heads mixing heavy air, providing dreams, making light in darkness.
14M: If she went out every night, she thought, she'd finally forget the way home.
14Z: "No," says the conductor. "Not stoppin' this train fer yer' robot'r any real man."
13M: Not guilty. Gun simply happened to be in his hand. Finger on trigger.
13Z: Martin lives on weekends. Other days Martin vacates his body. No one notices.
12M: Everything she touches turns into music. Play her pancakes on the turntable.
12Z: Riot shield ruins his birthday. Most of his jaw. Complexion. Glasses. Pants.
11M: Meeting place for their last encounter: in front of the altar.
11Z: String up the guitar, play pretty pretender. Long roads, long nights.
10M: Small hands tear the arms off the clock. Defeated time.
10Z: Zipper signs abrasions on his hand. Courtesy: his mother's purse.
9M: Paint, wall paper, paintings. Anything to hide the bricks.
9Z: Gentlemen violence bleeds genteelly across the estate. Bizarro Darcy.
8M: "Honour" he said, heads rolling off. "How much?"
8Z: Eat the cat, swallow the bird, forget yourself.
7M: Human flesh like candle wax unites, illuminates.
7Z: Can be anything growing up. Poison indecision.
6M: Never ask for real fairytale ends.
6Z: Loved he wasn't, she he loved.
5M: Her stop is that cloud.
5Z: Cinderella's slipper fit the kingdom.
4M: Jumped. Ground floor. Embarrassing.
4Z: Quagmire kiss constricts inhibition.
3M: Horses gallop backwards.
3Z: Rock. Paper. Auto-erotic-asphyxiation.
2M: Leopard crossing.
2Z: PiƱata pelt.
1M: Irreversible.
1Z: Pederast.
Friday, December 20, 2013
20/12/13 - She clears the dust off her heart.
10Z: What birds saw we didn't. All indistinct, equal, from above.
10M: To survive a world of layers: must get trapped inbetween.
9Z: First man swallows the earth, then sea, then stars.
9M: Briefcase lost in the crowd. Body amputated. Or free.
8Z: Don't feed what you can't afford, he says.
8M: Lies don't grow on trees but taste good.
7Z: She clears the dust off her heart.
7M: Her reflection on windows cancelled everything outside.
6Z: The spaces he gnawed heal slowly.
6M: Hunger is missing tastes never tasted.
5M: Standing still makes other move.
5Z: Alarm sounds in empty room.
4M: Water fell like bombs.
4Z: Up, came down. Surprise.
3Z: Saw it coming.
3M: Truth sounded funny.
2M: Disappointed smile.
2Z: Corrosive ambition.
1M: Impersonation.
1Z: Punished.
10M: To survive a world of layers: must get trapped inbetween.
9Z: First man swallows the earth, then sea, then stars.
9M: Briefcase lost in the crowd. Body amputated. Or free.
8Z: Don't feed what you can't afford, he says.
8M: Lies don't grow on trees but taste good.
7Z: She clears the dust off her heart.
7M: Her reflection on windows cancelled everything outside.
6Z: The spaces he gnawed heal slowly.
6M: Hunger is missing tastes never tasted.
5M: Standing still makes other move.
5Z: Alarm sounds in empty room.
4M: Water fell like bombs.
4Z: Up, came down. Surprise.
3Z: Saw it coming.
3M: Truth sounded funny.
2M: Disappointed smile.
2Z: Corrosive ambition.
1M: Impersonation.
1Z: Punished.
Monday, December 16, 2013
16/12/13 - Knocking's just another way of kicking down doors.
10M: Money is printing reality on paper, erasing reality, leaving paper.
10Z: Falling into the cross, like all symbols, meant burning definitives.
9M: We circumnavigate to avoid meeting the heart of lands.
9Z: Pouring himself into the suitcase required going without socks.
8M: Knocking's just another way of kicking down doors.
8Z: Quiet lives, quiet thoughts, quiet beliefs, quiet truths.
7M: Books were bricks. She could build walls.
7Z: He misspelled "marital" as "martial." Every time.
6M: Count sheep until you sleep forever.
6Z: Head on a stick said plenty.
5M: His skin was the map.
5Z: "Go ahead, shoot," said Sarcasm.
4M: Her laughter was crunchy.
4Z: Shut doors invite questions.
3M: Dial lucky numbers.
3Z: One needs one.
2M: Inwards torchlight.
2Z: Victor. Spoils.
1M: Villain.
1Z: Lemons.
10Z: Falling into the cross, like all symbols, meant burning definitives.
9M: We circumnavigate to avoid meeting the heart of lands.
9Z: Pouring himself into the suitcase required going without socks.
8M: Knocking's just another way of kicking down doors.
8Z: Quiet lives, quiet thoughts, quiet beliefs, quiet truths.
7M: Books were bricks. She could build walls.
7Z: He misspelled "marital" as "martial." Every time.
6M: Count sheep until you sleep forever.
6Z: Head on a stick said plenty.
5M: His skin was the map.
5Z: "Go ahead, shoot," said Sarcasm.
4M: Her laughter was crunchy.
4Z: Shut doors invite questions.
3M: Dial lucky numbers.
3Z: One needs one.
2M: Inwards torchlight.
2Z: Victor. Spoils.
1M: Villain.
1Z: Lemons.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
15/12/13 - The world focused into a point down the sights.
10Z: The story of her face clipped sentences, ignored punctuation. Lied.
10M: He'd built an empire at the bottom of a bottle.
9M: What if your eyes turn around and look inside.
9Z: The world focused into a point down the sights.
8Z: Head gear guaranteed an empty bed. Routine disappointment.
8M: Your parts will never add up to you.
7M: The trouble with trains : choosing right stops.
7Z: Ships sank in her oceans. Transatlantic ghosts.
6M: Most people were pit-stops. Not her.
6Z: Cut in half, Mark's opinion unified.
5Z: Spacebar incisions rectify syntactical trauma.
5M: Grow darkness. Wait for fruits.
4M: Only one wish left.
4Z: Cosine smile solves me.
4Z: Upset stomach? Butterfly riot.
3M: Dissected opinions evaporate.
3Z: Jesus slam dunks.
2M: Miracle catcher.
2Z: Dreams precipitate.
1M: Cimbals.
1Z: Exsanguinate.
10M: He'd built an empire at the bottom of a bottle.
9M: What if your eyes turn around and look inside.
9Z: The world focused into a point down the sights.
8Z: Head gear guaranteed an empty bed. Routine disappointment.
8M: Your parts will never add up to you.
7M: The trouble with trains : choosing right stops.
7Z: Ships sank in her oceans. Transatlantic ghosts.
6M: Most people were pit-stops. Not her.
6Z: Cut in half, Mark's opinion unified.
5Z: Spacebar incisions rectify syntactical trauma.
5M: Grow darkness. Wait for fruits.
4M: Only one wish left.
4Z: Cosine smile solves me.
4Z: Upset stomach? Butterfly riot.
3M: Dissected opinions evaporate.
3Z: Jesus slam dunks.
2M: Miracle catcher.
2Z: Dreams precipitate.
1M: Cimbals.
1Z: Exsanguinate.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
12/12/13 - Rooms behind shut doors are bigger.
10Z: Lampshade hats flatter less the next morning. Still! Try it.
10M: Dancing's how he cleansed his mind. Until she turned up.
9Z: Headphones put out fires, emergency sprinklers in sonic waves.
9M: Truth is something you can move around without changing.
8Z: Spelled vagrant with his fists, a bitter grammar.
8M: What is the difference between drinking and drowning?
7M: All the sugar is in the canes.
7Z: The faulty bottle opener of his mouth.
6M: Rooms behind shut doors are bigger.
6Z: Wire slid under, snaked, uninvited, inside.
5M: Bones are made of flowers.
5Z: Uneaten, God's born fruit, corrupts.
4M: Slowing down kills too.
4Z: Abel to Cain: "Why?"
3M: You never were.
3Z: Incubuses play favorites.
2M: Repaired personality
2Z: Vestigial virtue.
1M: Rehearsal.
1Z: Oops.
10M: Dancing's how he cleansed his mind. Until she turned up.
9Z: Headphones put out fires, emergency sprinklers in sonic waves.
9M: Truth is something you can move around without changing.
8Z: Spelled vagrant with his fists, a bitter grammar.
8M: What is the difference between drinking and drowning?
7M: All the sugar is in the canes.
7Z: The faulty bottle opener of his mouth.
6M: Rooms behind shut doors are bigger.
6Z: Wire slid under, snaked, uninvited, inside.
5M: Bones are made of flowers.
5Z: Uneaten, God's born fruit, corrupts.
4M: Slowing down kills too.
4Z: Abel to Cain: "Why?"
3M: You never were.
3Z: Incubuses play favorites.
2M: Repaired personality
2Z: Vestigial virtue.
1M: Rehearsal.
1Z: Oops.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
10/12/13 - Hide beneath the bed with the other monsters.
10Z: Whispering behind the curtain, the starlet directs this performance nightly.
10M: You can never race alone. You need to beat somebody.
9Z: Head implodes. Stuck flesh curved inward. Nasty word problems.
9M: Cutting down the legs of God in the forest.
8M: Pigeon and storks couped the world mail service.
8Z: Hide beneath the bed with the other monsters.
7M: Hope: opening umbrellas standing below the ocean.
7Z: Tongue, pinched by fingers, tastes of ink.
6M: Hidden cellar beneath the candy shop.
6Z: Tea suggests class issues coffee doesn't.
5Z: Fingernails taste funny. Stupid Herman.
5M: Secret world below the snow.
4Z: Disco's dying. Tell somebody.
4M: Human feathers are rare.
3M: Skipping you hurts.
3Z: Hammer spree nostalgia.
2M: Empty matrioska.
2Z: Empty leash.
1M: Diary.
1Z: Results.
10M: You can never race alone. You need to beat somebody.
9Z: Head implodes. Stuck flesh curved inward. Nasty word problems.
9M: Cutting down the legs of God in the forest.
8M: Pigeon and storks couped the world mail service.
8Z: Hide beneath the bed with the other monsters.
7M: Hope: opening umbrellas standing below the ocean.
7Z: Tongue, pinched by fingers, tastes of ink.
6M: Hidden cellar beneath the candy shop.
6Z: Tea suggests class issues coffee doesn't.
5Z: Fingernails taste funny. Stupid Herman.
5M: Secret world below the snow.
4Z: Disco's dying. Tell somebody.
4M: Human feathers are rare.
3M: Skipping you hurts.
3Z: Hammer spree nostalgia.
2M: Empty matrioska.
2Z: Empty leash.
1M: Diary.
1Z: Results.
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