Saturday, September 30, 2006
it's a about time.......
My obtuse uterus is on pink and fire blossoms. Phone llamas on a stick of Jeeps. Lick only 9 monkeys while chillin at Cafe Brazil. Si... si a little red pee, a very little ass tiny monkey. Pad mad and a garbage sack of mouse Glad. Pen mend and send of my next of kin, you and kue of that mutha fuckin ass red shoe. Si and me fu ficken mu on knee.... and off white hey hey... shit on me. Voice mail a little red snail while letting a snot on my little ass red toe nail. I wish a dolphin named sue was a green chick. Here mere smoo kulk. So.... I could swing my squeeze coo. Sponge my sack of key lime pie. Left handed menu called
drink on!!!!!!!
-Clo
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vintage cloetry
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Cloetry... December something of 06.
Current mood: thirsty
Category: Life
Kite's little doo little mighty koo. Mountain Dew in Garth Brook's carpeted left shoe. Pics of Trix & Chex Mix. Freud and Curious George's conscious minds spelling universal truths about snazzy fickly cats. Bar mats left handed bats likel mantel fee flutes. Mute skates astrology mates on Slee Stack's gates. Autumn nights of barefoot green flights. Bill of Sill's kill mill. Cancer and Prancer had a great fall. Look in the mirror, who is the curtest of all? Cast my carnival of choir clocks and stocks of Lucky Charm flocks. Cradle the very thing you aspire to be and don't worry about the people that want to pee and let the flea be a key of hope. Divorce the feelings of discomfort for it will make disease. Fear the fasting fathers of female feet. Fish floods flyer flowers and 3 wheeled mowers on mild acid. Freeze frame and a fruit filled lame. Tame galaxy's garage of love as the greenhouse of hands heal to the hallway of harps glee!! Invent yourself a merry little Christmas island of joy juice. Jail the feelings of down comforting massacre's lost. Melody yourself into meditation's frost. Minister yourself into the super conscious self worth of mortuary. Mud's museum of music. Naked and narrow of tri colored sparrow. Neglect and negotiate news of bad. Nightmares of days lost, nuclear war and nudity numbers observe oceans of days forbidden. Open and operate your orchestra's past. A boat mast stands firm as I let sperm into paralyzed pianos.
Cloetry... December something of 06.
Current mood: thirsty
Category: Life
Kite's little doo little mighty koo. Mountain Dew in Garth Brook's carpeted left shoe. Pics of Trix & Chex Mix. Freud and Curious George's conscious minds spelling universal truths about snazzy fickly cats. Bar mats left handed bats likel mantel fee flutes. Mute skates astrology mates on Slee Stack's gates. Autumn nights of barefoot green flights. Bill of Sill's kill mill. Cancer and Prancer had a great fall. Look in the mirror, who is the curtest of all? Cast my carnival of choir clocks and stocks of Lucky Charm flocks. Cradle the very thing you aspire to be and don't worry about the people that want to pee and let the flea be a key of hope. Divorce the feelings of discomfort for it will make disease. Fear the fasting fathers of female feet. Fish floods flyer flowers and 3 wheeled mowers on mild acid. Freeze frame and a fruit filled lame. Tame galaxy's garage of love as the greenhouse of hands heal to the hallway of harps glee!! Invent yourself a merry little Christmas island of joy juice. Jail the feelings of down comforting massacre's lost. Melody yourself into meditation's frost. Minister yourself into the super conscious self worth of mortuary. Mud's museum of music. Naked and narrow of tri colored sparrow. Neglect and negotiate news of bad. Nightmares of days lost, nuclear war and nudity numbers observe oceans of days forbidden. Open and operate your orchestra's past. A boat mast stands firm as I let sperm into paralyzed pianos.
vintage cloetry
Sunday, October 28, 2007
cloetry 10.07
Current mood: rejuvenated
Category: Life
For those that have been asking.... It's been almost a year... cloetry finally makes another appearance. Why? Maybe it because of "All Hallow's Day" or the new found spirit of jumping from a Cessna at 13,000 feet, or it could even be the inspiration of a (somewhat) recently found word salad companion..... actually it's probably just the unique hangover that I have today.... However the other reasons are well founded, appreciated, and very welcome to my new outlook on life..... Enjoy -
A house, a little purple mouse, Allison Krause. Llama feet upon a an eraser's edge. Fleeting albums of Virgin Mary's half burned candles. Paradise found upon a tainted ground. Requiem for a cause, I'm going platinum. We are the Bugaloo's we're in the air, flying high flying free, free as a summer breeze. (Thanks Sid and Marty for that fabulous programming) I spy something...... heliotrope in the shape of an ever so slightly burnt kaleidoscope. A cow on dope, Garth Brooks' left tit on an oven mitt. A fly on high as the kite's string gets tangled within. What's your favorite kind of Soup? Toe rings on black, Sugar Smacks and Cracker Jacks. I'd like to wear Captain Crunch's hat on Tuesday. Who can it be now? Never mind. We are the youth of the nation. Why do we thrive on mental masturbation? Keys and locks were meant to be busted. Scratch my back with a lighting bolt, thunder rolls like a bass drum note, the sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band, we all fell down from the Milky Way Hangin' round till Judgment Day, Heaven only knows who's in command.... (Thanks Jimmy)
Have a All Saints' Day everyone!!!!
dRInK oN!!!
-Clo
cloetry 10.07
Current mood: rejuvenated
Category: Life
For those that have been asking.... It's been almost a year... cloetry finally makes another appearance. Why? Maybe it because of "All Hallow's Day" or the new found spirit of jumping from a Cessna at 13,000 feet, or it could even be the inspiration of a (somewhat) recently found word salad companion..... actually it's probably just the unique hangover that I have today.... However the other reasons are well founded, appreciated, and very welcome to my new outlook on life..... Enjoy -
A house, a little purple mouse, Allison Krause. Llama feet upon a an eraser's edge. Fleeting albums of Virgin Mary's half burned candles. Paradise found upon a tainted ground. Requiem for a cause, I'm going platinum. We are the Bugaloo's we're in the air, flying high flying free, free as a summer breeze. (Thanks Sid and Marty for that fabulous programming) I spy something...... heliotrope in the shape of an ever so slightly burnt kaleidoscope. A cow on dope, Garth Brooks' left tit on an oven mitt. A fly on high as the kite's string gets tangled within. What's your favorite kind of Soup? Toe rings on black, Sugar Smacks and Cracker Jacks. I'd like to wear Captain Crunch's hat on Tuesday. Who can it be now? Never mind. We are the youth of the nation. Why do we thrive on mental masturbation? Keys and locks were meant to be busted. Scratch my back with a lighting bolt, thunder rolls like a bass drum note, the sound of the weather is Heaven's ragtime band, we all fell down from the Milky Way Hangin' round till Judgment Day, Heaven only knows who's in command.... (Thanks Jimmy)
Have a All Saints' Day everyone!!!!
dRInK oN!!!
-Clo
vintage cloetry
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Cloetry for Leap year 08
Current mood: breezy
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Let's have a shot, make it a Jim Morrison. Rippin kickin, kissin, lippin, like Garth said "Rope The Wind" - Slop slunks feel the funk like Pat Summerall's satin patio furniture on the 3rd Tue in September's sweet sauce. Automatic butt figgle. Tickle your dogs left ear crooka comic flood Elmo coo boo boo kitty f%&k's oval krunked smooth Bitchin Camaro Vs. Optimus Prime's 3rd nipple for President....
-Clo
Written 3am Feb 28th 3am after a mean game of Guitar Hero..
Cloetry for Leap year 08
Current mood: breezy
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Let's have a shot, make it a Jim Morrison. Rippin kickin, kissin, lippin, like Garth said "Rope The Wind" - Slop slunks feel the funk like Pat Summerall's satin patio furniture on the 3rd Tue in September's sweet sauce. Automatic butt figgle. Tickle your dogs left ear crooka comic flood Elmo coo boo boo kitty f%&k's oval krunked smooth Bitchin Camaro Vs. Optimus Prime's 3rd nipple for President....
-Clo
Written 3am Feb 28th 3am after a mean game of Guitar Hero..
vintage cloetry
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Post Jimmy Buffett concert cloetry....
Current mood: indescribable
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Ok as I promised, Some post Buffett Cloetry. All written bout 6am Sunday morning aboard my friend Ben's overly luxurious diesel like monster coach where I'm happy to say, I passed out.... Sorry, no where crazy this year..... I was very surprised when transcribing my scribblings from the pedals on 4 large flowered leis that, 1st - I couldn't find anything else, (Really??!) 2nd - I took the time to do it, WTF??! and last, WHY... in the hell do I do this??!!... So if you take the time to even start reading this let alone enjoy or get anything out of it?; then. uh.. hell, I don't know... Maybe you're just as twisted as I am and need some mental floss. However, I must say, this makes more since than most of the crap I come up with.... Maybe it was the lack of mixing my alcohol that in some way created mental regularity...
So anyway dare to enjoy....
"With a little love and luck we'll get by, Fruits, skirts and the little midget flirts, smirkin and Captain Kirkin on the far left pinky toe of Garth Brook's left tit. And I say, i say... on the last Tuesday in May. May the force be with you as you start the Crackn' mc no lackin but smakin the epmty bottle. Flee feetle smore a little. Plain Mary Jane's Last Dance as I make my Sunday morning waddle and Desdamona builds her rocketship. I DO NOT have a cousin in Miami, however... Fruitcakes, lakes, moats and little green goats have pigmee relatives near the eqator. Along thy shores of all mighty grand buzzes you shall find me. The tide is high, am I? The Dalai LLama no Lama is scared of seawall sediment that lie upon the open marshes of former President Garfield's Pencil Thin Mustache. Floating on amber waves of ocean bliss I kiss a hangover. Therefore it be said and always questions of the thoughts and the ongoing continuation of what we ask of life. Remember this - Rehab is just the very short escape from the grand realization of a very needed stiff drink A hostle Elmo, Kenny Rogers, Justin Timberlake all eat cake on the shelf of uncle tom's cabin. A shelf's strife is lingering about as a midmorning grass hoppper a snore .. Beachfaced and very the never disgraced by the gravity of how my flip flop is mislaced...."
cloetry 4/18.09
Also there were little pictures I tried to draw on the leis... I tried to take phots but they didn't turn out... Sorry....
Post Jimmy Buffett concert cloetry....
Current mood: indescribable
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Ok as I promised, Some post Buffett Cloetry. All written bout 6am Sunday morning aboard my friend Ben's overly luxurious diesel like monster coach where I'm happy to say, I passed out.... Sorry, no where crazy this year..... I was very surprised when transcribing my scribblings from the pedals on 4 large flowered leis that, 1st - I couldn't find anything else, (Really??!) 2nd - I took the time to do it, WTF??! and last, WHY... in the hell do I do this??!!... So if you take the time to even start reading this let alone enjoy or get anything out of it?; then. uh.. hell, I don't know... Maybe you're just as twisted as I am and need some mental floss. However, I must say, this makes more since than most of the crap I come up with.... Maybe it was the lack of mixing my alcohol that in some way created mental regularity...
So anyway dare to enjoy....
"With a little love and luck we'll get by, Fruits, skirts and the little midget flirts, smirkin and Captain Kirkin on the far left pinky toe of Garth Brook's left tit. And I say, i say... on the last Tuesday in May. May the force be with you as you start the Crackn' mc no lackin but smakin the epmty bottle. Flee feetle smore a little. Plain Mary Jane's Last Dance as I make my Sunday morning waddle and Desdamona builds her rocketship. I DO NOT have a cousin in Miami, however... Fruitcakes, lakes, moats and little green goats have pigmee relatives near the eqator. Along thy shores of all mighty grand buzzes you shall find me. The tide is high, am I? The Dalai LLama no Lama is scared of seawall sediment that lie upon the open marshes of former President Garfield's Pencil Thin Mustache. Floating on amber waves of ocean bliss I kiss a hangover. Therefore it be said and always questions of the thoughts and the ongoing continuation of what we ask of life. Remember this - Rehab is just the very short escape from the grand realization of a very needed stiff drink A hostle Elmo, Kenny Rogers, Justin Timberlake all eat cake on the shelf of uncle tom's cabin. A shelf's strife is lingering about as a midmorning grass hoppper a snore .. Beachfaced and very the never disgraced by the gravity of how my flip flop is mislaced...."
cloetry 4/18.09
Also there were little pictures I tried to draw on the leis... I tried to take phots but they didn't turn out... Sorry....
vintage cloetry
Thursday, May 14, 2009
How is it possible Jimmy?
Current mood: hungover
Category: Quiz/Survey
OK.... This is a blog only for but even then limited to a true and bored Jimmy Buffett fan. First of all my Thursday mornings are usually filled with very random thoughts in which turn into, as some of you know - "cloetry" Also.. my Thursday morning hangover is unique because of what reason? I have no idea.. But something has been on my mind and this particular "Thursday" morning and I actually have mustered up the strength to blog this random thought / question... So pardon the grammatical errors, run on sentences, and all miss-understandable phrasing that will occur frequently..
Maybe I am missing something, not privy this information because of the lack of knowledge of the oh so great Jimmy Buffett. Maybe it is laid between the lines in Jimmy's "Tales from Margaritaville" or perhaps it's explained in "A Salty Piece of Land" in which I have not read yet. But Jimmy's mention of "The Beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful" in the song The Weather is here, Wish you were Beautiful.... My question being, how in THE WORLD is that even possible? Being an avid fan, drinking way tooooo much at several of his bars, meeting Jimmy once or twice, communicating with Mike Ramos (funny as hell story there), having a shot of tequila with Savannah before she was legal to even drink, hanging out close to the equator, listening to songs like Truckstop Salvation from Jimmy's first album "Down to Earth" all the way to bootleg recordings, eveing visiting "The Napoleon House in New Orleans in which I heard Jimmy got the idea for the lyrics in the song??????? Just like Spicoli's Theme says... "I don't know" So as I sit here listening to "Mr. Spaceman" The awesome duet with Jimmy and one of my favorite Muppet's, The Great Gonzo.... I shall ponder my question. Just how can the beer be "too cold" and the daiquiris be too fruitful? And don't you dare say... frozen and too much fruit....
Everyone, have a very fruitful day!!
dRiNk On!!
-Clo
How is it possible Jimmy?
Current mood: hungover
Category: Quiz/Survey
OK.... This is a blog only for but even then limited to a true and bored Jimmy Buffett fan. First of all my Thursday mornings are usually filled with very random thoughts in which turn into, as some of you know - "cloetry" Also.. my Thursday morning hangover is unique because of what reason? I have no idea.. But something has been on my mind and this particular "Thursday" morning and I actually have mustered up the strength to blog this random thought / question... So pardon the grammatical errors, run on sentences, and all miss-understandable phrasing that will occur frequently..
Maybe I am missing something, not privy this information because of the lack of knowledge of the oh so great Jimmy Buffett. Maybe it is laid between the lines in Jimmy's "Tales from Margaritaville" or perhaps it's explained in "A Salty Piece of Land" in which I have not read yet. But Jimmy's mention of "The Beer is too cold, the daiquiri's too fruitful" in the song The Weather is here, Wish you were Beautiful.... My question being, how in THE WORLD is that even possible? Being an avid fan, drinking way tooooo much at several of his bars, meeting Jimmy once or twice, communicating with Mike Ramos (funny as hell story there), having a shot of tequila with Savannah before she was legal to even drink, hanging out close to the equator, listening to songs like Truckstop Salvation from Jimmy's first album "Down to Earth" all the way to bootleg recordings, eveing visiting "The Napoleon House in New Orleans in which I heard Jimmy got the idea for the lyrics in the song??????? Just like Spicoli's Theme says... "I don't know" So as I sit here listening to "Mr. Spaceman" The awesome duet with Jimmy and one of my favorite Muppet's, The Great Gonzo.... I shall ponder my question. Just how can the beer be "too cold" and the daiquiris be too fruitful? And don't you dare say... frozen and too much fruit....
Everyone, have a very fruitful day!!
dRiNk On!!
-Clo
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