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