Showing posts with label 2009. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2009. Show all posts
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Dear Dalikrab Letter From Darren Olsen
I am typing this all with my pinky fingers, and that is is
no lie. Okay, so now I'm tired of it and I give that a
raspberry. I spit on pinky fingers that are my own.
I am hip to the Dali Krab. He sings to me in supermarket
aisles as I waltz around food to Led Zeppelin tunes played
over the overhead speakers next to the cameras for for finer
scrutiny of all shoppers. It makes them feel like just like
home except for me.
I will go to a thrift shop to find the best plate to be all
smashed to crap. Either that, or I will have my brother get
me one since he lives next to a thrift shop.
I will buy canned Krab only to leave it on a bus stop for
to liberate HIS spirit. Someone will eat of it. Maybe they
will "Feel the Power!" Ah haha!
I will do my best of obtaining a pic of said oh canned
spirit Krab sitting on a bus stop bench just waiting. And
waiting, and waiting, waiting until the bus comes. I don't
think HE will have the correct change however since I think
the Dali Krab is from Norway. He hangs with the his most
esteemed Holiness, The King Herring.
Lots of parties, women, mall openings, and software
development releases like: "Grand Herring III, Fishes
revenge". So a little bat told me.
Yours insanely,
no lie. Okay, so now I'm tired of it and I give that a
raspberry. I spit on pinky fingers that are my own.
I am hip to the Dali Krab. He sings to me in supermarket
aisles as I waltz around food to Led Zeppelin tunes played
over the overhead speakers next to the cameras for for finer
scrutiny of all shoppers. It makes them feel like just like
home except for me.
I will go to a thrift shop to find the best plate to be all
smashed to crap. Either that, or I will have my brother get
me one since he lives next to a thrift shop.
I will buy canned Krab only to leave it on a bus stop for
to liberate HIS spirit. Someone will eat of it. Maybe they
will "Feel the Power!" Ah haha!
I will do my best of obtaining a pic of said oh canned
spirit Krab sitting on a bus stop bench just waiting. And
waiting, and waiting, waiting until the bus comes. I don't
think HE will have the correct change however since I think
the Dali Krab is from Norway. He hangs with the his most
esteemed Holiness, The King Herring.
Lots of parties, women, mall openings, and software
development releases like: "Grand Herring III, Fishes
revenge". So a little bat told me.
Yours insanely,
One Sided Interview By Darren Olsen
A one sided interview, if you will.
Just who is this "Dalikrab" Is he/she/it the reincarnation
of many Krabs that have met their match at a processing
plant only to end up in a can on a supermarket shelf?
If so, can we find 'Ultimate Spirituality" in a can?
Do we have to smash plates on "Dalikrab Day"?
If we can find Ultimate Spirituality in a can? And when we
have no plates after smashing all of them, what do we do to
consume our leader? I don't think paper plates would be
fitting for such a high spiritual leader.
Is fake Krab as good as real Krab on this holy occasion?
Are the Red Sox going to win another World Series?
Do I really need "Just for Men" hair coloring?
We really want to know out here in Kalifornia before we don
robes and dance around in airports while waving canned
"Krab" at people.
I guess I'll light my hair on fire as usual, and wrap
myself in the "suit of many Christmas lights" just to be on
the safe side. That, and I think I'll vacuum the house.
Ammonia D (my rap moniker)
aka Darren
Just who is this "Dalikrab" Is he/she/it the reincarnation
of many Krabs that have met their match at a processing
plant only to end up in a can on a supermarket shelf?
If so, can we find 'Ultimate Spirituality" in a can?
Do we have to smash plates on "Dalikrab Day"?
If we can find Ultimate Spirituality in a can? And when we
have no plates after smashing all of them, what do we do to
consume our leader? I don't think paper plates would be
fitting for such a high spiritual leader.
Is fake Krab as good as real Krab on this holy occasion?
Are the Red Sox going to win another World Series?
Do I really need "Just for Men" hair coloring?
We really want to know out here in Kalifornia before we don
robes and dance around in airports while waving canned
"Krab" at people.
I guess I'll light my hair on fire as usual, and wrap
myself in the "suit of many Christmas lights" just to be on
the safe side. That, and I think I'll vacuum the house.
Ammonia D (my rap moniker)
aka Darren
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
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)
Thursday, April 2, 2009
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?
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.
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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DKD-RDL-ORGASTELL : le daily rab' de champay-html/gne (attempt'at'juste à temps
justynn tyme after
hEp kAT://dALIkRAb
alpha-butter
kir (royal tea
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abter - - day.b
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2009/4/1 r seCon-day of
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