- Pulse of color.
Helium Made in Belgium Sold as Premium Bought as Medium Lithium Eyes go Delirium Tongues fall Requiem Never in a Millennium It is too late To restore the Equilibrium For your brain is filled with Bacterium
Feelings of Mountains and Waters
(Shan shui qing)
- The veil on the mountain.
Move about a slice of water Roundabout touching the mirror Row and roll about Fall asleep but never. Talk about in a silent tone Walkabout lifting the willow New and Knew about Quietly exiting the zone. Well there you were Floating on a small river Flowing on a small stone.
A Chairy Tale
Norman McLaren, Claude Jutra
- The man who pretends to be a chair, or the chair who pretends to be a chair?
Q: Where do chairs put their legs when they are tired? A. Ground B. Basement C. Couch D. You
A Time Out of War
- The time-out that ended it.
- Satisfaction guaranteed, or else return for a full refund.
The Elephant Man, by David Lynch
Old age doesn't mean shit, When you can still rise And kick. Clean the dirt around the face, There is still time To lick. To each her own rags, Whatever doesn't make sense Must click. Oh, Granma! Never again feel like shit!
Buster Keaton, Edward F. Cline
- Awaking pills for sale.
Scrooge, by Ronald Neame
One goes down the stairs, Finds a woman who stares. She wears an uneven pair, That no dresser can pare. She shows what is bare, That no painter can bear. It pays to know what to wear, Unless she is not aware. Not everyone has the flair, Not everyone can stand the flare. Oh! I must be dreaming on the chair.
How the Grinch Stole Christmas!
Chuck Jones, Ben Washam
- First Lesson: Don't be bitter.
Christ! Marry más? Thanks. Happy Giving! Hello? Happy Wins! It eats the Christ.
- Good timing, bad timing.
Fire cracks a tire. A liar can never break off a dire. Look around, to inspire, the woman is ready to perspire, and the kids are there to retire.
Dianne Jackson, Jimmy T. Murakami
- A summer of winter.
(Pour le mistral)
- The man who chases his wind.
A Tale of the Wind, by Joris Ivens
In a frenzy my ears are lost with my coat my umbrella my pants and my underwear. For the first time in my life, I am able to see from a turn what is missing in the silent wind. The movement of my soul - The death of my roots.