- Spin time, mix colors.
My aunt used to collect these kids, From the ground, From the grass, From the mud, From the thug. And so these kids, Kick the ground, Reap the grass, Dig the mud, and, Mug the thug. So Let it run ~ Let it spin ~
- Objective reality.
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All the Boys Are Called Patrick
(Charlotte et Véronique, ou Tous les garçons s'appellent Patrick)
- A round triangle.
Oh I met a guy! Oh you met a guy! Oh he's wonderful! Oh he's wonderful! Oh I'm seeing him again tomorrow! Oh You're seeing him again tomorrow! Oh I can't sleep! Oh you can't sleep! I want to see him tonight! You want to see him tonight? But I'm seeing him tonight.
On the Marriage Broker Joke as Cited by Sigmund Freud in Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious or Can the Avant-Garde Artist Be Wholed?
- To pander is human.
Why is it so difficult to finish a coconut While watching a pair of pandas Finding it rather difficult To finish a pair of coconuts? Or is it because That pandas would rather prefer Under these checkered circumstances To have bamboo shoots instead? How is it even possible that A question like this simple Is being asked here with no answers available?
Breakfast on the Grass
- Beginning of modern era.
In distance... Bootleggers attending a convention Where? When? Who's the leader? You'd know if you were Red Green and Blue Indistance...
Color Me Shameless
- A PUA primer.
Eating Raoul, by Paul Bartel
My mom wants me to get a job My dad wants me to get a wife I said to them You don't need a job to get paid You don't need a wife to get laid
The Ten Commandments
- Education of the new blood.
Thou shalt not watch, Thou shalt not watch while laughing, Thou shalt not laugh while choking, Thou shalt not choke while thinking, Thou shalt not think while fucking, Thou shalt not fuck while drinking, Thou shalt not drink while eating, Thou shalt not eat while pissing, Thou shalt not piss while speaking, Thou shalt not speak. - Routines 2:4-6
- A vibrant morning in motion.
Monterey Pop, by D.A. Pennebaker
The night plunges, From a cliff To a river, What a glorified death, Upon the horror, The morning lunges, With its sharp hook, Rises from the deep bank, To a rocky edge, Waits silently - For a time to take a plunge.
- Pixar Rising.
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- The bird who wants to be a human.
Tired Aren't we? You should not look at the screen For so long Without Adjusting your parachute.