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Fri, 07 Nov 2008 19:32:02 GMT

Pickle <3 Scout

Scout <3 sunspots

Election coverage and a ding-dong parade

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 19:31:35 GMT

The Wilma was where we sat last night. It's an art deco theater, origins in silver screens and orientalizing details in the mouldings. It saw a 1980s recession that included David Lynch's writing Blue Velvet and a crazy man with a dove chapel. Last night, it saw a flag-wielding thirty-something running madly down the aisles, a grey image of California suddenly turn blue, and a moment that I'll be damned if I can ever forget.

Jeff and I left for the Union Club, the cold air a shock for teary eyes, and stood in line to enter the at-capacity bar. A man in a cowboy hat and burlap sack attempted to cut before us

"But I'm in the ding-dong parade!"

"What's the ding-dong parade?"

We got in and watched two speeches, barely comprehending the enormity of the second. It felt like New Years Eve.

We sat for a while, silent. It was real. This was happening.

Exiting out the back hand-in-hand, we turned onto Main Street to twinkling lights, bouncing crinoline, and, of course, a man in a burlap sack. "Ding-dong the witch is dead!" emanated from a push cart, strung up with white Christmas lights and supporting an antiquated boom box. Fifteen elated people, some in burlap, others with rooster hats, danced the length of Main Street, arms flailing, stopping downtown traffic.

Fri, 31 Oct 2008 19:02:50 GMT

You'll notice that this very small dog is gnawing on a stuffed tentacle. That's 'cause she's mine! :D

Tue, 28 Oct 2008 02:05:09 GMT

i have a sea kingdom

i also have a tasty squirrel

it's good to be a lobster

The Selling of Things

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 16:35:27 GMT

Okay, so I've posted just about all of my furniturey belongings to craigslist. If any of y'all in New Hampshire/Massachusetts care to buy a rather nice set of couches, living room furnishings, a big ol' desk, or an amazing queen-sized mattress set, I'll come visit!

good god

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 03:15:38 GMT

All of the moving options I've seen thus far are absurdly expensive. Now what?

the happiest thing

Mon, 11 Aug 2008 00:40:29 GMT

Is the sound of Pickle's little feet on wood floors. There's a spring to his step during meals, resulting in a sort of staccato sing-song.

Our newly-purchased house has oak floors. Although our getting there will require packing, unemployment, impatient dogs, moving trucks and 3,000 more miles of travel, I'm on clouds.

in ur wasteland

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 13:59:16 GMT

i seez cumean sybil
sybil can has bukkit?
sybil wantz DIE

1. IM IN UR WASTELAND BURYING UR DEAD

april hates u, makes lilacs, u no can has. (1)
april in ur memoriez, making ur desire.
spring rain in ur dull rootzes.

earth in ur winter, covered in snow
can has potato. PO-TA-TO.
INVISIBLE SUMMER! RAININGZES!
im in ur hofgarden, drinking ur coffeez.

at archduke’s haus, invisible sled!
im in ur moutainz, holding on tight.
no can has cheezburger.
oral sex metaphors in ur poem.

in ur stones, whar r treez? (19)
whar r bushez?
ceiling cat cannot say.
im in redrock, hiding from sunz.
commin ze redrock.
im in ur handfull of dust,
showing ur fear.
redrock, redrock.

whar r wind?
INVISIBLE IRISH GIRL
in ur homelandz, freshening ur windz

can has hyacinths,
no can has tongue.
Isolde u down teh rivers.

Sosotris Cat has smartz, (43)
can see bukkit,
dead sailorz in bukkit,
hooked on fonicians.
belladonna in ur rocks,
situating ur situations.
man has three staves,
turning wheelz,
INVISIBLE CARD.
Sosotris Cat no can has hanged man:
avoid bukkit or u drownz.

INVISIBLE CITY (60)
i see dead peoplez under bridge,
i see dead peoplez on der streets,
walrus has clocks, says NEIN.
bodiez in ur garden, sprouting ur zombies
dog no can has zombies!

II. U WANTS TO PLAY A GAME? (79)

She has shiny chair,
with tacky decor.
ornate fornicate apellate,
king in teh philomel,
shoutin up teh desert.

world cries ‘jub jub bird,’
or is diffrent poem?
INVISIBLE BANDERSNATCH!
time killing everythingz,
platos cave wall,
forms in teh cave,
shuffling in teh stairs,
hushing teh room,
ushering teh fatez.

“i has bad nerves.
u can has speeches?
u can has thoughts?
u can has thinkings?”

OMG WTF RAT ALLEY (115)
dead manz no bonez!!!?!

OMG WTF NOISE?
INVISIBLE WIND!
OMG WTF NOISE?
ceiling cat is watching you masturbate.
OMG WTF? WTF U SEE? WHAT U NO?
no see, no know, no remember butt.

o o o o (125)
shakespeare rag is smartness.
im in teh street, walkens.
im in ur schedule,
measuring out ur life in teh coffee spoonz.

LOL hurry.
LOL can has fake teeth?
LOL ur husband back from war,
wants some more.
LOL hurry.
LOL in your bed, makinz teh kiddles.
LOL drugz LOL!
LOL eating lambz.
LOL SPEEDY LOL!
LOL goodnight

III. TEH SERMON, IT BURNZ (173)

if teh river running, why not moving?
INVISIBLE WIND.
nymphoz gone.
river has trash no more.
nymphoz and friends left,
no can find.
shakey bones with big laughs r here!

rat creepin in teh banks, (186)
fisher kingz has no fishies!
rat eatin kingz relatives.
king sees mrs potter, standing in teh bubbles.
potter daughter hotter.

twitter twitter
jub jub bird.
still in rong poemz
TRUE!

INVISIBLE CITY
eugenideez has raisin pockets,
no can parly francay,
wants lunch at cannon,
wants weekend at pole.

teh day is done,
teh crowd is throbbing.
tiresias iz teh hermafrodite!
tiresias sees:

teh sailor sails home
teh typist makes tea
teh house agent feelz typists
teh house agent can has nookiez
teh typist no has sensation
putting teh needle on record
omg hole in the wall

tiresias in teh thebes (grecian), speeking to deaders, sees on in!

thames has music,
city has shiny decor,
mandoline rains.

sweaty river
drifty barges
turny tides
it all goes downhill,
or at least downstream

hawaiian music

liz and lester
beating ‘ores,
stern, swell, ripple,
all downstream,
big white towers

in teh canoe, (291)
i r laying, begin again.
INVISIBLE ANYTHING.
no can has anything!

carthago can has delenda (307)
fire! fire! fire!

IV: IN TEH WATERS, DYING.

dead fonician,
forgotten bukkit, gulls,
seas, moniez.
fonician hooked on current.
fonician in teh whirlpoolz, spinny
spinny fortunes’ wheel.
in teh fonician, ponder ur fate!

V: U LISTEN THUNDERS OR ELSE!

after torchlight shiny in quiet gardens (322)
after sweaty faces in stony agony:
teh screamz and teh cries!
thunder in teh mountains, shaking all.
if u lives, u dies.
just wait.

u can has bukkit, (331)
no can has water,
ha ha no can has bukkit,
just rock and sand.
no stand, no sit,
no shirt, no shoes, no service,
just thunder shaking moutainzes.
no can has water.
no can has water.
actually, no can has rock either.
no can has water or rock,
or for that matter sand.

ceiling cat is watching you masturbate (360)
u and ur dirty friend.

what r sound?
who r teh hordes?
teh hordes on teh plains rushing.
what r teh cities?
INVISIBLE CITIES.

woman pulls out hairs tight,
and fiddles teh hairs.
teh bats r freaking!
towers ringing bells,
voices singing in wells.

rotten hole in mountains, (385)
moon shining on grass and gravez!
chapel is empty, only with chickens!
cockadoodle doo!
here comez the rains again.

teh metaphorz are thick and fast, (395)
no can has literal translationz.
ganga cat is watching ur fourth wall.
waiting for rainz.
cloudz in teh sky ar far ways.
THUNDERS!
datta means give!
in a moment u lives, transitory,
no can has recording.
dayadham means be compassionate!
u thinks bout prisoner,
thnks ur in prison,
damyata means have self-control!
u r boat on calm seas,
at least on good day

London bridges falling down! (425)
falling down! falling down!
fall down long time!

you get burned clean
or you goes hell!
burny burny burny!
prince at ruined tower,
storing pieces against ruin.
Hieronymo’s goin crazeee cat!
dada dada dada

VISUALIZE WHIRLED PEACE.

© 2007 Corprew Reed, some rights reserved.

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:02:22 GMT

jet-lagged and chilly but soul swooning softly still.

well, gee.

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 02:08:16 GMT

Tomorrow I board a Rome-bound plane with a wedding dress in tow.

Dear colliding pressure systems and resulting clouds,

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 16:12:53 GMT

I could absolutely do without another 20 inches of snow. If you'll notice, there's already over three feet of snow on the ground, and these wind-produced "ground blizzards" or whatever are a profound suckfest.

So, in short, desist. It makes Pickle unhappy, and shoveling hurts my back.

K thx,

Jillian

PS: If the power goes out, I'm waging war. That is all.

Giardia, flagellates, medical testing in the Northeast Kingdom

Thu, 01 Nov 2007 15:47:08 GMT

the universe has been unkind
and in response i take naps.
naps from 4-7. sometimes 11-12.
i nap because i can think of
nothing better to do
and because the weight of all that
work and all those parasites
and all that lack of focus
pools nicely into the sand of sleep
and dream, swirling
down with the physics of newtons
(cake, not cookie)
but aren't so hot when i awake to the
strata (layered earth, not eggs)
that requires drilling
and carving
and creating
until the fuel
is depleted
once more.

it's always my fuel.

Super!

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 01:32:14 GMT

In today's yoga class, two very exciting things happened: I was able to do wheel, and I was able to get out of wheel (last time I tried such craziness, I got stuck, because I'm awesome).

Speaking of awesome:

Your Score: Cheezburger cat

52% Affectionate, 56% Excitable, 57% Hungry

Sure, you deserve one. You helped popularized lolcats from a running gag to an online sensation. Now mainstream media writes asinine columns on this 'phenomenon', students write theses on the topic, programming languages adopt the grammar, and losers write tests about them on dating sites. Now take your cheezburger and never touch the internets again.

Link: The Which Lolcat Are You? Test written by GumOtaku on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

Remember me?

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 23:11:21 GMT

I'm in town until Wednesday morning and I have an aquarium membership! Anybody up for cuttlefish-watching?

Tue, 14 Oct 2003 22:46:19 GMT

A CRAZED GIRL

That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,

Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, "O sea-starved, hungry sea.'

W.B. Yeats