February 2010
48 posts
a big-ass cup of that scotch you never really told anyone not to drink:
set it next to a cup of dense future-cooked noodles and let its base form rings around a bisected brunette on a sleepover fashion magazine like a static hula hoop.
pinched a few ice cubes from the surface and hid them under my tongue. tastes like what I imagine rock perfume would be like, if they had access to the internet....
January 2010
30 posts
me and all my friends throw
banners across cactuses,
stomp mud in from a few states over
and let it settle, brushed
underneath gritty Persian carpets.
we fly-in rare British loudspeaker funk
and set it spinning
to the rattlesnake shivers
and cross-eyed canyon stomps.
somebody/
we all got real fucked up
and let our glass drain onto the sand.
the hungover ground shook,
and then threw...
a cuppa weird tea.
http://runleiarun.com/lebowski/
