STOP! 2010 Dalikrab Day 2010 is Over!!

sorry- dalikrab pinched your botox and called you a nanny goat. please send he/she/it 10 dollars and a can of simonize.

From: L. Alexander

from jon lemon

ali-kraa-l-kra @ crap trap tap.

drunk(?)(!)

like a crink.

holy fray crap, it's crab day
freak flap trap day.

(In May)

HOLY GHOST
SUNDAYROAST

crink!
drunk on
crab tap drink.
you drunk dumb hunk.
dumb drunk as a hunk, dumb skunk.

dali-krap,
crap tap, crap tap rap

crink!

"Take me by bus, Gus!"
you freak flap."

drunk
drunk as a skunk drunk.

holy fray, drunk.

freak flap attack
crink!!!!!!!!!!!!!crap

clap tap, you sap.

"It's a holy fray day, a gay
pay day, a nay day.

Hey! May
you seen Day?.

(frogJOGLEMMON)

Variationizations On And Intheme by Justynn Tyme

crab tap
clap trap
crap tack
crink
sink flap
freak flag
donk
drunk chick
dumb hunk
debunk
funk
holy fray
holly whey
dolly play
dalikrab day
ohyay
one more day

LOVE is a STORMY DaLiCraB. by Jon Lemon

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The Acknowledgement by Robert Montilla

The Acknowledgement of an Event

Before delving into the matter at hand, open your ears. The unfolding to-be-expressed herein will take place before your very eyes, contrary to others' very eyes. Certainly so, this manifestation, of equal, lesser, or greater importance, will occur within a timely fashion along two possible futures: near or faraway. Bare with me here, if you so please. The expression in question, assuming there is a question, shows itself adequately within the boundaries of the highest quality communication available within reasonable doubt. In consequence and without further adieu, we are delighted in presenting to you all the moment you all have been waiting for.

Dalicrabb Squadd. (Jon Lemon(?))

DaliKrab Day: Chronicles of Paris - john wirtz

While visiting a certain cemetery in Paris I consulted a map which indicated the location of the grave of Max Ernst. Thrilled, I went off to see the remains of Dadamax. After walking for quite some time I came to the opposite end of the cemetery to the spot marked on the map. To my dismay, the grave of Max Ernst was not there.

It was Paul Eluard.

True story.

From songtsen hollander

In no order of the specifics, details that is, there are questions to consider when determining escape velocity...strictly socially speaking you are not required to think that much although participation can be like watching slow motion  topography like the one you may have seen but the subject matter in question may not apply to you directly.  But sooner or later, These words will become your conscious thought maybe only briefly, micro collision of which you are entirely responsible yet innocent of this String.

DKD 3: Dashboard Dalikrab (2 views) by Justynn Tyme

the dashboard crab returns after 15 years!
From Justynn Tyme

Dalikrab Day 3/3 from Jon Lemon

Dalikrab Day 3.33333 from Jon Lemon

Vella vecie unt partisimo

cosmo 

dally crab flappy crab 

et cosmo go.

DalikRab Day 5 oops! by babel

s car gogh or maybe i'm amazed by Robyn Field and J. D. Nelson

good givings, land of sighs and arrow uprooted, modem & poi eaten with fingers.

 

tadpoles and pools of dreams burped my spleen 38 times.

 

little woods, acres and glens, mystery oak and the bark is an onion or else white willow. the peas dream of catching fleece.

 

pooh dreams princess fireflies jeff sick still.

 

probe and robe, silken globe vs. air or army of goodly ink and lime stretchy, volumes.

 

i heard that! you called me a collard, and i sick, and i'm not going to take it anymore. hahahah. i am a network!

 

blue control panel, light of feeble mush and primed carbon for suits and dinner-wave registration at the boat house in the morning. i won't scold the tigers!

 

it's taco tuesday for rice steak. leave me bee!

 

blanket of charmed leather and yogurt socks dripping with the morning's news, alas, my charcoal blinking is hazardous to your elf.

 

stealth? health? snail lungs breathe my crumbs and heal my fallen arches.

 

footstone marginal island of pie and wheaty cranberry stew, lungs of heart and melba toes, plain sandwich of stylized asking, notches one and two pre-programmed.

 

babies live under that lily pad, behind the fishing poles under the pond. common! jump in with me!

 

home of swimming angels and names of clouds. average sky and warbling unknown here. leap leapt ah-hooo!

 

when we peek our mouths above the sea we will tell everyone how great the monsters were for treating us to lunch and stories of their plankton pilly ploffs.

 

walky water here on earth, the clue of beans and silent mars mackie little brain ball the hood of orion and a microscopic downbeat.

 

elijah cried the other night. he misses his daddy.

i caressed his tentacles. carefully manicured his 8.

 

his daddy misses him, too. daddy will be home soon. tell him i'm bringing him four pairs of mittens.

 

i tried to carry our fishing poles. but walking on water is futile. only He is able. and i sunk.

 

nothing is impossible. that's why i believe.

 

my mouth is dry. i need a diamond.

please pat me dry.

 

skeep aloe, a linus froth and orange smile.

 

happiness is a warm corn dog.

the end.

Unrungh Ouse Theu (Nearned Fish Vusion & Named) by J. D. Nelson

I guesso. Sojen is. Puckwise the D. Shumopped of s and a ne w == so. Poosible reokomm. N-mun in kless uh. Paoloeice denmanois. Muinicever olight yes and nebgefeolier. Miunerets is injeect. Unleafgood. The oarticle k-game of Nesmimism. This is the yuey. Dorown is the affmikle. Soopwest? Blame K.S. Light ass. Daela in mhearls. Nabbe M, nice... immive. Steet charble of nimmus one. Demandfork. Come back, little braindown. Ooren chair, this pick is upped. Bernard ghost sool nando. Roof hamkey sharing BCC. Veytena sland far and farn. M'hoa cheefs and bannered who'll.

Blank Filled in by Robert Montilla

Fill in the Title

Fill in your banks! File your blanks

one buy one makes one transaction--

train action! Fill in the villain!

Game Rules: 1. Identify the blank.

2. Fill this blank in. 3. But the

blank is already filled in with

a blank. 4. Sounds like a personal

problem.

The river will shrivel if you don't

fill in its banks! Fill in this line

right here--Wait a minute, where did

it go? I thought I left one!

This is precisely the reason banks

have filing systems!

The Hory Shellt Of Knorridge by justynn tyme

CRAB - >-//-U-\\-< Crack ~w~ Fish <*{P}p-< Fissure  +-+-+
These things matter because they are devoid of importance
These things matter because they are devoid of impotence
These things matter because they are deviod of impudence
These thngs matter because they are deviod of imprecation
Even Evening Opens Opennings For Forever Leaves Levels
the Dali Crack brings forth the Feverish Mind Sock Syndrome
the Dali Crap fertilizes the Distorted Mind Clock Syncronocity
the Dali Clap resoundes in the Galvanized Mind Systematics
the Dal Crab drives home the stark Raving Mind Madness.
Clocks, Socks, Rocks, Smocks, Holloyhocks, frocks, and woks
all are part of the inter-challengable world of the dalikrab.
the Dalikrab is ........................................................
the Dalikrab is .........................................................
the Dalikrab is ..........................................................
the Dalikrab is ........................................................
the Dalikrab is where time and spice stops and laundry begins

Justynn Tyme

Project 496 x 691-362 by Justynn Tyme

Project 496 x 691-362
 
Read all of the following and react to it as naturally as you are capable.  Having noted your initial reaction answer the questions which follow the following.
 

Question 1: What do you feel?
Answer    4: I feel like my belly is full of noxious gases and dirty doormats.

Question 2: Are Francis and Sam deviants?  Why?
Answer  1f: well no. this is a new world full of relevant things.
Answer 3b: Because everything is irrelevant.

Question 3: Why is a raven like a writing desk?
Answer  10: because a writing is desk is like a mechanical bull.

Question 4: Why do you feel?
Answer    4: I feel therefore I am in a minimum security prism.

Also Question 4: Are you aroused?
Otherwise Answered:  Yes. I was a sleep.

Question 16: Has anyone seen my pajamas?
Answer   11:  They are in the canal.

Question 1.5: What do you feel?  Explain.
Question 2.7: and how is that feeling affect by rice tarts.

Question 0: What is the question?
Answer  00: what about the dalikrab?

These questions were answered in conjunction with the national dalkrab foundation who believes in the unifying love between Sam and Francis. We hope Francis will grow up and marry a nice girl and move to Clarksville and open a hardware store. We also hope Sam meets someone nice too and decide to go to the grocery store together someday and buy a can of artichoke hearts.  All proceeds benefits randy wild turkeys.

A Dali Krab Day Poem By Darbog Fluglesnarg

A Dali Krab Day Poem By Darbog Fluglesnarg, 5th grade, Mrs. Sternlooke's Class Oh Krab, krap, krab! I stubbed my toe upon the bedpost of life. It was dark. Where are the band-aids? I want but for pickled herring and goat cheese, For breakfast is nigh. My leisure suit from JC Penney's is pressed, and ready. But I'm eating in ...tonight to save on money for my new geraniums. They always make you smell plant-like when you brush against them. That and rosemary, To ward off evil. The mighty refrigerator yields nothing but old cabbage, and the wristwatch I lost in the 20th century. Frozen, but they still work. As I write this, I think of cotton salami sandwiches, but there are none. So I look at frozen burritos, and get no response. They know. I don't know how, but they do. I think they still like me fine. We have a nice rapport. I don't dare look out the window for an answer for I might be sued. Looks are everything, and bad hair can be dangerous. Especially in the wrong hands. A...

DKD D2: From Greg Fiorini

H9

DKD D2: From Greg Fiorini

H9

I'm Feeling kind of Krabby Today by Dave "Gorgonzolla" Collins

The dank oceanic scent of salt, seaweed and marine things long since dead wafts through my room stirring me from my catatonic sleep, reminding me that my bowl of crab bisque has congealed just enough to be no longer edible.  What better thing to have for breakfast?

Seeing as how I do not deserve food worth eating, this is just perfect.

Stale molding bread, toasted to the point of blackness makes an excellent accompaniment.

I shuffle to my chromium dinette, fashion a spoon out of an unwashed tin can ensuring the edges are sharp and jagged, and proceed to choke down my fetid meal.

No wonder I feel krabby... I would have it no other way.