Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Cuz Froth Comes Out



I clean the house I put all your books in an order
I make up a colorful border
I clean my mouth
'Cause froth comes out

Send it up on fire
Death before dawn
Send it up on fire
Death before dawn

I am gently balancing upon myself trying not to upset the apple cart, upset the flow, upset the status quo and I wonder why for am I being so diplomatic with the stupid people who insist on lowering the bar again and again and no matter how hard you try to squeeze yourself into their camouflage just so you can survive the day, your seams are always bursting and your straps drooping and everyone knows that you're just woefully inadequate at normalcy.
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I'm going to invent a petty transformer ray and those who insist on pushing their stupid little agendas on me -- no matter how much I smile and diplomatically cooperate -- those people will be caught in the acid green of my petty transformer ray and will be forced to spend the rest of the day in a bubble gum pink clown outfit.

Surely, 24 hours as a clown could be an antidote for rampant Stockholm Syndrome?

9 comments:

twit said...

Indeed.
At least those with said syndrome have got that as an excuse, but if we go-along with them, what's ours?

Zoro said...

Ure too good to retaliate Jen

Z

La Sirena said...

Twit, We have no excuse.

Zoro, Thanks. I don't retalitate because unfortunately I haven't invented an absurd transformer ray just yet.

La Sirena said...

Did you see the way I spelled "retaliate"? I really should have stayed in bed today.

Stickler said...

I know that artist but shit.. I cannot remember the fuckers name..

changapeluda said...

Oh what the mind does for survival:

Clowns creep me The Fuck out!

Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines said...

Again with the pansy chicken shits tag. I always know I'm in for a heapin' helpin' of good blog postin' when I see "pansy chicken shits."

And you never let me down!

La Sirena said...

"Stickler" -- I really miss your blog, especially the photos through the windshield and other random wild hairs and crazy drunken redneck poetry and fiction. Anyway, thanks for calling me out on the painting-- I was lazy and rushed yesterday and was having trouble chasing down the original source. It's by an artist named Rafal Olbinski.

Changadesnuda (hee-hee), That is why a mind is a terrible thing to waste. Clowns CAN be creepy. Also John Wayne Gacy got caught when I was about 6 or 7 and that kinda twisted the whole clown thing for me.

Nigel -- I'm blushing. Hey! Let's invent some kind of crazy hillbilly meets nouveau cuisine dish called pansy chicken-shits. Then we can eat heapin helpins of it. Only lets not use actual shit as one of the ingredients.

Infantry Dad said...

Mr Perdue will want a piece pf the pansy chicken shit stuff
jest u waten see