90-car Pileup by Robert Montilla

90-Car Pileup

All composers, too, and on their way to kitchen master-
pieces: egg, veil, and black sea oil with pelicans retrieving
towels from one-eyed bullies.

"Your money lunch give all me!" demands a shameless
condom dispenser. There's a rattle snake under the bed,
losing to a game of hide-and-go-seek. Busted! Mrs. Liu
throws a dunce hat his way, despite his terrible batting
average.

Now he's a spit bucket, formerly a sand bucket. "Lord
Francis, I'm afraid to inform you that your castle will
not hold up against wind." Today the trees are festive,
dancing, and mixing Martinis. Thieves slip on strategically
placed vomit puddles. And the preacher sings:

I hereby sentence you
to fifteen years of

He spoon feeds a grandmother another spoon of apple
hemlock sauce. Tombstones play trading spaces without
the consent of resident snails. Upon a suburban garage
door, the lawsuit is written up with stencils and spray paint,
while out back, a father and son play catch with a freshly
caught Merlin.

That is, until a pelican intercepts the meal, of which he
shares among his rattle-snail brethren, hiding-go-seeking
under the pews. Moses's grandmother parts the 90-car
pileup, saving the day from the one-eyed Lord Francis.

Treatise by Rich Sellers

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jazz from Jon "jazz"Lemon

Sitting in A Tin Can from Jon Lemon

DkD Suite 2 by Rachel Defay-liautard

DKD Suite by Rachel Defay-liautard

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Stones by Jon Lemon

Resigned, I respect my restlessness, even let it reverberate, rotate, spin
like a bank robbery, let it break
all of my own rules. And so it becomes
an enjoyable enertainment, that I can, if I wish, stoop down to.

Anyway, have you ever shot a rabbit?

(jon lemmon)

from Greg Fiorini

touch tone lobster phone (alt) by Greg Fiorini

FLUXMIX by Jon Lemmmon

the lost particle of lemon by Justynn Tyme

Part 5. The Lost Particle

SEe here bloated (fred or ted) my baseballs itch can you scratch off these lotto cards while Ill go down to the next post and rearranged all the words. I heard you listening Fred losing ed quickly in a around about way. Ed, thought I stand at the window and I'll mark down which cats come to the house and I'll recite a manifesto of visits. I saw this television show about fred who was looking for ted - they found each other in the second season: autumn. By that time we shall be throiughly drentched in cat urine... hows the stock market today?

Dear Dalikrab;
will there be a tomorrow?

NOte: Why You Have Not Posted! by Justynn Tyme

Anonymouse Roberto - Where's the hair of the dog that bit you?

Recyclopath - where are the lude and tawdry tales of the dalikrab?

Rich Sellers - why not sink your teeth into something eh?

Burnett - who are you and where are your boom boxes?

Digital Surrealist - is rendering, rendering, rendering!!!

Justynn Tyme - you're a tiddle-wanker winkle boy! hazah!

polycarp - one more from you, come on do it for the cous-cous.

ORGASTELL : Whoopie by Justynn Tyme

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Language Of The Dalikrab by Justynn Tyme

Bgi! DEAL! by Jon Lemon

Jon Lemon after M.Rutt


Dead Stir orb Madman, tank you
four your fine coffers, blurb eye musty abstain
frog accepting your kinky monkey as high ham a highly
confused international whom carrot reed orb ride and sniff
eye evening tribed eyed holy fall off. Never-the-least eye tank you and
sue-chest dab you detonate the monkey two Charity, frog sheeps
a nice curl and certainly kneads the johnny cash. and soap,
good buy for never, yours in grata-tubes, jon lemmon;
originator orb theeJABBERwockyEXPERIMINT
(Glasgow) England approximately.

"has anyone seen my shoes?"

> ***CONGa-RAT-fut-ULATION***
>
> AWARD NOTIFICATION
> The Unknighted dalirab Kingdom Notional Loottery wishes to defrock you with the results of this year amazing anus of year bullocks pottery using an international peegram held by a Great Britain who has been denounced. Your email accounts have been phucked as a winner of a lump of crab spum splayed out of Eight hundred and ninty-one thousand, nine hundred and thirty-four Great Britains (891,934.00 people) in cash or accredited to file REF NO. no F:UKL/74-A0802742006. This is from topal sprize mooney of GaP 4,459,670.00 shared among the FIVE (5) international arseholes in theory.
> To begin your claim, please contact your claims agent:
>
> Mr Mucus Morose.
> Flex: +45-555 555 8063 101000100100100100010000000110101010010101010100010101010
10101010101010010110101010100101010100101010101010101010100001010101010001010100poop
10101001010100101010101001010101010101010001010111101
> *Name of Beneficiary: me
> *Address: hello stinkhole
> *City/State: drugery
> *Nationality: bastard
> *Sex: self
> *Email Address: haha
> *Tel: who
> *Occupation: jerk
> *Next of Kin: poopstain
> *Age: dada dark

from M.Rutt

***CONGa-RAT-fut-ULATION***

AWARD NOTIFICATION
The Unknighted dalirab Kingdom Notional Loottery wishes to defrock you with the results of this year amazing anus of year bullocks pottery using an international peegram held by a Great Britain who has been denounced. Your email accounts have been phucked as a winner of a lump of crab spum splayed out of Eight hundred and ninty-one thousand, nine hundred and thirty-four Great Britains (891,934.00 people) in cash or accredited to file REF NO. no F:UKL/74-A0802742006. This is from topal sprize mooney of GaP 4,459,670.00 shared among the FIVE (5) international arseholes in theory.
To begin your claim, please contact your claims agent:

Mr Mucus Morose.
Flex: +45-555 555 8063 1010001001001001000100000001101010100101010101000101010
101010101010101001011010101010010101010010101010101010101010000101010101000101
0100poop10101001010100101010101001010101010101010001010111101
*Name of Beneficiary: me
*Address: hello stinkhole
*City/State: drugery
*Nationality: bastard
*Sex: self
*Email Address: haha
*Tel: who
*Occupation: jerk
*Next of Kin: poopstain
*Age: dada dark

dALIKRAB dAY 2OO9 (nxt) by Jon Lemon

B-WhAir Of ThE EgG Of tHe dAlI-KrAB by Justynn Tyme

after others

Ancient Dalikraken Wrap by Justynn Tyme

Ancient Dalikraken Wrap
Serves: One Second World Population

1 ton of dalikraken meat
150lbs cream of fiorini
500 cups of nelson pisces
30 gallons jon lemon juice
1 square miles of unleavened zilbread
291 bundles of fresh wirts
720 lbs of real tyme
7oz of imported defay-liautard
44 pound of chaz rice
1700 escha romain lettuce leaves
191.6 lbs of polycarp kusch-cous
391 cubic feet of babel

Lure one dalikraken out of the ocean with a crochet hatchet. Once out of the salt water baste ask the mighty dalikraken to die so you can eat him. If the mighty dalikraken concedes remove exoskeleton with tradition t-squares, wielding them like swords. Once the exoskeleton is removed bring two small lakes to a boil. Throw in dalikrab meat, nelson pisces, fresh wirtz, and real tyme. Let simmer for several weeks.

On top of the zilbread, place alternating rows of polycarp kusch-cous, chaz rice and babel. Soak with cream of fiorini and cover with Escha romain lettuce. Smear on a thick coating of imported defay-liautard. Add the hunks of dalikraken meat and sprinkle with jon lemon juice. Heading east, roll up the zilbread tightly then slice into 10 lbs circles and serve with one dave collins

Man With A Carpet (alt) Jon Lemon

<div align="justify"> a. Justynn Tyme After Jon Lemon after Justynn Tyme after Jon Lemmon ("has anyone seen my shoes") and missjessicaking (is it!). >1. did you know, asked fred, that in order to save hostages, human spaces are always stacked hunchbacked. this is how they often become horizontal and hollow, hate courteous people but are always very festive with holidays. their corners, you see, can now turn apple cores. it is also a little known fact that they make great game show dalicrabs. but enough of this, continued Trousers, pulling back up his fred (which had been enjoying some illicit entertainment upon the poker table) and lets get back to the dalicrab ... it must be over by now ... > >2. Oh yes! yelped Ted, but at this rate (three thickens a minute) my mind will never be fixed. Then Ted said to Fred (from the end of the sled) When ARE you going to fix my mind? Phew! spat out Fred, you have a lot of bloody curves to ask such a thing. I'm doing important slant work (sledding!) It takes a lot of effort to say idiot (or moron or fireplace) in this bitter wind. And never forget, said fred, When the daliday comes I'll be alone. True, I have a step-son (called Mary) and I sleep on him daily, but, I get very little money for that; just ask my wife. And so it went, that ted (or fred) had to find a way to get blood back into ted's (?) brain (or at lest back into his feet) dis-creetly. > 3. just then an agreeable wind (dastardly blew) creating a carniverous band  of discouragement that mirrored the funny slants that hung as needles over the heads of ted and fred in bed. quick, shouted ted (quickly to fred because he thought he too was a moron) release your neck before we suffer a great migraine. and so fred did. and the spit that was a gale showed a suitable pair of slacks and with a quick toe billowed quite satisfactorily away. and so, said ted to fred, after he had licked shut his mind (i like that) what about this dalicrab business???   4. Ahh! said fred to ted, putting back his hat upon his head, now your talking. This, of course, quite puzzled ted, because he wasn't (talking). But to continue, said ted to fred, feeding the cat who sat upon the mat another fat sardine; the dali(crab,) as has already been mentioned, is a (fab)ulous beast - at least fifteen feet from bathroom to cupboard - and always enough blubbord for a sumptuous feast.</div>

Man with A Carpet (alt) by Jessica King

a. Jessica King After Jon Lemon after Justynn Tyme after Jon Lemon
>
>1.
did you know, asked fred, that in order to save hostages, human spaces are always stacked hunchbacked. this is how they often become horizontal and hollow, hate courteaus people but are always very festive with holidays. their corners, you see, can now turn apple cores. it is also a little known fact that they make great game show dalicrabs. but enough of this, continued trousers, pulling back up his Fred, and lets get back to the dalicrab ... it must be over by now ...
>
>2.
Oh yes! yelped Ted, at this rate my mind will never be fixed. then Ted said to Fred (from the end of the sled) When are you going to fix my mind? You have a lot of bloody curves, said fred, I'm doing important work (sledding!) It takes a lot of effort to say idiot (and moron) When the day comes I'll be alone. I have a step-son (called john) and I sleep on him daily, and I get money for that, just ask my wife, it takes a burden off of her. and so it went, ted (or fred) had to find a way to get blood back into his brain (or at lest his feet).
>
3.
just then an agreeable wind (dastardly blew) creating a carniverous band of discouragement that mirrored the funny slants that hung as needles over the heads of ted and fred. quick, shouted ted (quickly to fred because he thought he too was a moron) release your neck before we suffer a great migraine. and so fred did. and the spit that was a gale showed a suitable pair of slacks and with a toe billowed quite satisfactorily away. and so, said ted to fred, after he had licked shut his mind, what about this dalicrab business???

fluxkrab by Greg Fiorini

Fly/Wirtz/dalifly by Greg Fiorini

Dalikrab Day 2009 (alt) by Jon Lemmon

Man with A Carpet (alt) Jon Lemon

a. Justynn Tyme After Jon Lemon after Justynn Tyme after
>
>1.
did you know, asked fred, that in order to save space, human hostages are always stacked horizontally. this is how they often become hunchback and hollow, hate holidays but are always very courteous. their core, you see, can now turn corners. it is also a little known fact that they make great game show contestants. but enough of this, continued fred, pulling back up his trousers, and lets get back to the dalicrab ... it must be done by now ...
>
>2.
Oh No! yelped Ted, at this rate my engine will never be fixed. then Ted said to Fred (from the end of the bed) When are you going to fix my engine? You have a lot of bloody nerve, said fred, I'm doing important work (look!) It takes a lot of effort to say hello (and goodbye) When the siding comes I'll be alone. I have a step-son (called john) and I step on him daily, and I get money for nothing, just ask my wife. and so it went, ted (or fred) had to find a way to get blood back into his butt (or at lest his shoulders).
>
3.
just then a disagreeable wind (southwardly blew) creating a discharge of discouragement that distorted the funny dots that hung as stars over the heads of ted and fred. quick, shouted ted (quickly to fred) release your boom before we suffer a great setback. and so fred did. and the twirl that was a sale showed a suitable concern and with a bow billowed quite satisfactorily outwards. and so, said ted to fred, after he had licked shut his envelope, what about this dalicrab business.

DALIKRAB DAY 2009 (alt) Babel

babel after JT after RDL

Dalikrabs are slipshod flip-flunks with wafer-loaders new and pink, which typically have a very hot protection "female" (pinch: purgatory pleat, ping = pong), or where the conduced blabbermen are entirely hidden under snot sockets full of kerosene.

ORGASTELL : le daily rab' de champay by Rachel Defay-Liautard

le daily rab' de champay-html/gne (attempt'at'juste à temps

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X-Born Of Grandeur by justynn tyme

Do You Suffer?
Dalikrab Rejection Infection
Magna-Mushroom in Plywood Knee Hives
Abysmal Button Holes at Gritty Lands End
Try Bizmer-GX
UnCommon Denomators
Flood Gates For Weed Water Clam Diggers
Shoreline
Fissure Twine
Locks and Rivets
Through Windows Are More Windows
and Silver Dollars in Sand Banks
Cliffs of The Neuse
Ill-Fitting Slick Slacks
Gannet Attacks
Lummox Detinators
Trashy Trunk Full Of Truck Trash

Epilogue:
Stolen From A Carpark
A Man Carries A Carpet
It Shags On The Grass
He is
Long-Legged and Short Handed

Sollioquie:
Don't Cross Walk
Its Dalikrab Day
Special Rules Apply
Repell and Detail
that grand Ol'
Dalikrab Smell

dALIKRAB dAY 2OO9 (alt) by Justynn Tyme

Justynn Tyme After Rachel Defay-liautard

Dalikrabs are decapod with eight tie rods / pie crust punks with broccol-eye chunks of the infra-odor Uber Kink, which typically has a very short retrospetion injection "tailwind=art" (Grinch: luger = teat, Kinga = Konga), or ware the reduced ant abdomen entirely hidden under gutter pants with hot pockets full of obscene. ...

Man with A Carpet by Justynn Tyme

Justynn Tyme After Jon Lemon

did you know, asked tom, that in order to save space, human hostages are always stacked horizontally. this is how they often become hunchback and hollow, hate holidays but are always very courteous. their core, you see, can now turn corners. it is also a little known fact that they make great game show contestants. but enough of this, continued tom, pulling back up his trousers, and lets get back to the dalicrab ... it must be done by now ...

Oh No! yelp Ted, my engine will never fixed at this rate. Ted went to Tom. When are you going to fix my engine? Tom replied: You have a lot of nerve! I am doing important work. It takes a lot of effort to say hello. When the siding comes I'll be alone. I have a step-son and I step on him daily and I get money for nothing just ask my wife. and so it went, Tom had to find a way to get blood back into his butt.

DALIKRAB DAY 2009 by J. D. NELSON

Dalikrabs are decapod crust punks of the infraorder Burger King, which typically have a very short projecting "tail" (Grinch: Burger = meat, King = Kong), or where the reduced abdomen is entirely hidden under the Thorazine. ...

touch tone lobster phone by justynn tyme

Tape On My Rug HD by Charles R. Goff III

Angry Red Dali by Escha Romain

(2 Views) From Dave Collins

A Crabby Lament by Dave Collins

A Crabby Lament From Dave Collins

Seagulls squawk the "dinners on" cry and I scuttle my bony butt under a hunk of driftwood just in time. Damn gulls... noisy useless eaters and I've got no use for them. I'd rather end up as flavoring for those fake 'crab' meat packages than be picked apart while still alive by the beaks of those devil spawn.

I don't think they can see me because they're still over there fighting over a washed up dead fish. I think it's a cod. Cod are pretty weird too, so self righteous and religious... always exclaiming prayers to "Mother of Cod"... they make me sick.

Horseshoe crabs suck too. They're no relation to me, I'll tell you that. They smell funny and though I must admit they can dance pretty good, I wouldn't want any of them living in my neighborhood.

Sometimes I wish everything would just up and die... everything but me of course. Then I'd be happy. Sometimes I.... *gakk* they found me, Holy Mother of Cod, they've got me. The beaks, arrgh, I hate those friggin beaks...if I could just pinch one of them in the groin... ah crab crap, why bother?.

Birthing The Dalikrab by Jon Lemmon

did you know, asked tom, that in order to save space, human hostages are always stacked horizontally. this is how they often become hunchback and hollow, hate holidays but are always very courteous. their core, you see, can now turn corners. it is also a little known fact that they make great game show contestants. but enough of this, continued tom, pulling back up his trousers, and lets get back to the dalicrab ... it must be done by now ...

key hole by greg fiorini

krabwalk by Greg Fiorini

A Brief History of Crabdom by Dave Collins

Did you know that crabs were the last species of animal to be named by humans? Not knowing what to call them, they were submerged deep within the collective psyche till such time that they could be confronted and recognized as an Earth life form in any manner. Before this time, they were totally unknown and unseen, their claw nippings often attributed to "spirits" or torments inflicted by "Big Scary Guy In The Sky". In the late 13th century, the KRABBE, as it was first known, was 'discovered' and promptly assigned to the ranks of lesser creatures such as slugs, worms and algae without any differentiation at all.

It wasn't until the late 17th century that the humble "Crabbe" was accepted into the animal kingdom proper,,, somewhere between the Snail and the Narwhale... even then, it eluded scrutiny and was thought to be the product of an unholy union between a spider and an oyster.

Not until 1887 did the Crab take its rightful place as a culinary delicacy, the 'Crab Cake' where it remains to this day and forever after.

Krabin' by Greg Fiorini