~CARPET OF FLAMES~

Basil put down the stove
Fuck You
Im warning you Basil, Ill fucking chop you
Do it
What?
I SAID - DO IT
Excuse me drain
That makes no sens
I know, its an anagram for would you like to go to bed with me
Oh
Well?
Well what
Do you want to?
Do what
Go to bed with me
Hmmmm I dunno.... let me check my oak
Fine
Well it says I may in exactly 2.5 mintues aslong as I deliver all the Huckleberries to the Havery by next week
You hafnt much time
Nay, I do not
I was rather looking forward to basking in the hills
Well you can throw that fucking dream away
That was harsh, very harsh
Im sorry
I dont know If I can believe that
Why not
You have a dog in your leg
How can you tell
IT FUCKING BIT ME
*Shoots*
*Dies*
Muahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!

Sand woes, oh my sand woes

Herald of nightly
carpet of fame,
silk on the bently
oh what a shame

fallen to herbfinch
the berries do fall
like night on a sunset
up down from they crawl

finch lost in the woods
does hear of his name
three times do they call
but he plays not their game

fly finch, fly for your soy
don't let the crab
eat crab no crab hand?
yes to the crab run like a crab

run from the milkman
run from the sun
run from the children
run from the goose

soy and sand close to make
no sand woes
but sand woes arose
though the presence of soy and sand
were not without life

but oh to my sand woes
i do this disclose
woes from sand, woes to and woes about
not to you but from you i beleive
these words do beseech me
and i give them my leave

sand woes, oh my sand woes
to the end your size grows
but so does the clam
clam of larger nose

and i with no habit
claim to my queen
eat some beans my lady
sand woes oh, a woes from the sand i found

heed this only one and finch of clay
one word means a million
and a million mean nothing
but without a million words
one word cannot be found
and without that one word no meaning shows

sand woes, to me do you come
with friends in new clothes
oh woes sand of woes i see
woes woes woes
but without me you are nothing
to clam to post to sink to shop

cradel your little bubby child
let them fall
and make a big hole in their head on a loose floorboard
do you find sand woes?
the answer always goes
by the sound of noes

you find your woes for another
woes old plain woes
woes old woes of the plane i do not feel
feel your woes of planes i do not
for i am not plane i am but a nose
and so my sand brings my woes

aha again fine herald what
brings you to elsinore?
to my mothers funeral and my fathers wedding to my uncle doth say hamlet
clamlet
clamlet do he say without meaning or to fortuitous finch
"salmon"

no, he says that no, he says
i the nobel clamlet find no finch in your hidden chest of herbs
and the man says with returning glee
"yes"

sand woes why follow you my nose
i ask only for clothes, sound and a hose
but you always grasp at my lower belongings,
you claim i am your woes
so you must be mine

not that my nose did anything wrong in the first place.

Death to Harugurarraway

On this night falls the one and only seed breather, he calls himself Harugurarraway. Haru for short, brought upon this world the white light that infects every corner of the planet, of the universe. Haru was sent to this world by unkown winds of happiness, a true bleeding moss cum.
The world was full of darkness, and night beasts. Haru defeated this planet, with his shining bright light, he blinded the holy creatures, and burnt them to crisps. Haru felt no remorse for the beasts, he spread lies and created humanity. Humanity, bent to self destruct from its own weak mastery of this light.
Out of these humans born was the dark demon, he held only darkness in his tarnished hands. His name was Gnuter. Gnuter followed the ways of the old beasts of night. Gnuter felt no love for the despicable race that created him, and wished only for their death. Gnuter felt that he needed to desecrate the light that he was surrounded in.
Haru sat on a podium of stone and watched over his doll house of a world, reminiscing in his own glory. Gnuter searched for Haru all his life, but he failed, miserably. Gnuter was once poisoned by a christian, and hidden in the lost cave of Hmnethclaw. Gnuter spent the last days of his life, tunneling out of the sealed Hmnethclaw, to find himself in a bountiful padge of soy. There he died happy.

Send Graft to 112 Pickle Lane.

of course some walk with trees.
amongst the leaves.
looking to the sky you will never notice the dying child.

Herb

O' gerbum go harbum
herbum go thrice
left i in a field with common house mice
three noses of the carrawoo tree
nice tripe to severed finch be

o' call the noses
o' call the noses
o' call the noses thrice
and with gernheby they clash

elderly finch
do swander with glee
forty pounds of flesh
for seven krowns three

o' sand finch, sand nose or nose not sand
call one crab to the eastern pagan
cough without mourning
clap with no pollen
seed of the elder

elder's seed does it shine
with glistening glory it do
do it that with no other crab supporting?
of course said the persecuted jew


oh but so it wanes
wanes doth it
crab o navel exclusive of clam

Before me stood the man. I could not see his face, the hood on his black robe concealed his face completely. He lifted his arm, revealing a long pale bony hand, and he beckoned me too him. I looked up at raven perched on my shoulder, he stood there silently watching him. Cameron obviously did not trust this man, yet i trusted him completely. The man gestured again for me to come forward, and i did walk up to him. The stench of rotting flesh washed over me, and i felt a strong longing to make love to him. His arm reached up and he touched upon my nose with the tip of his finger, gently caressing it before his arm moved down my face, down through my long beard and onto my chest, and then on to my stomach where he placed his hand flat. Suddenly he plunged his hand into my flesh. Blood dripped onto the cold snow at my feet, and i laughed as i felt his hand move through my body, touching upon each of my organs. Cameron let out a fierce cry, yet stood there and continued to watch. He took out his hand, and held it up to my mouth, letting me lick it clean. Weakness overcame me and i fell to my knees in the snow. It was so cold all of a sudden. I took Cameron in my hands, and inserted him into the gaping wound in my stomach, thinking at the time it is the right thing to do. I looked up at where the friendly stranger was, only to find he was not there anymore, only an old, frail man, wearing nothing at all, letting me look upon his warm looking, saggy genitals. He looked into my eyes, then stared up at the night sky. Before me he lifted into sky, moving upwards slowly until i could no longer see him. I laughed as i fell face forward into the bloodstained snow before me, and I continued to laugh out loud until i was too weak to use my voice. I closed my eyes, and let the cold wash over my body. As i lay there, feeling my mind disappearing, i thought to myself what a good day it had been.

Eager Cashew

Eager chasew was a bright young fellow, he played tennis and had two brothers.
His brothers were named Ortun and Milk
Milk was tall and Ortun was short.

Fan o beretweeth, clad in a full grown beeth
cran of nan with blended finch of my old twined greatberry
sand of my soy, clambered to the nose, i am not in a blog writing mood
so i will instead
not write one
but write labels instead

Obel Qarn

obel qarn was the third old man to eat a clay burd for his second arrival. on the third day of nose gathering he sat on his clam and traveled towards the toe realm of nosepoth. a three time walk toward the garden feeth. eager finches await the steps of a humble passanger.

ober twither
warn o meek
calm the napes on turburques cheek
swelter melt scrape and scream

cast catch bite and rape
living my only dream
eaten soul darkened eyes
sand on the bow of my ship

elephant singing to his song
without these

helm upon head
gloves on hand
shoe on foot
sword slung over the shoulder

stand in the icy wind
walk the cold and dark path
leave all behind
with nothing to find

follow or lead
pursue or stand motionless
all have no name
all come without bearing

heed harbour 04 with
without the crab
without the soy
without the milk
without the nose
without the finch
without the life

The soy and the seven sags

There once was a soy with seven old sags
herro hurrum bellow bags
never notice contump glands
sweltered cheap china nose from hands

aha cried cramp cumpet
suckle from one others nose?
trice came the beets with no hollow
shoe crows

seven dastardly sags
doth twiddle doth they shine
sand sand sand sand crab milk nose hay brine
sheep or goat
i cannot decide
through my own devices i divide
and compute to a three
on which i balance
a man and a tree
both come to be even



seven weeks of crayon smelting and my days were numbered, how long could i keep work here, undercover without the master noticing i was gone?
seven weeks at the handle of a smelter, without notice? it was all too gay for me to beleive. The master was scrupulous and unforgiving, if he were to discover that i was away. He would surely be taking my hands... no my feet
or one foot and one hand, best not think on it. he would already be angered if i returned, all i could do now was wait to see what would happen. Just like i thought several burds of soy sprouted from the walls and created one large lorse. I sat calmly, turning my smelter, with only short glances at the lorse. I knew it was watching me, i could see its beady finch eyes staring right through my bowler hat.
"Cray crellum bogerheeth!" i screeched at the hovering lorse.
It turned sharply, resolute and precise.
"Hee heezum, mohagblargh hen doyos?" it's thunderous voice pronounced.
"Geebe geebum garbo gelk" was my own little reply.
"Ectum ey bero el seldo hanada!"
He was surely most pleased.
With his last seliloquay the giant lorse tangled its burds close in time for a tale, of crayon smelter to lorse from the base of my heart. But i could not tell my tale for seven large ogres broke into the crayon factory that day, the Lorse quickly tassled me in his burds and we made a hasty escape.
For seven years have i traveled in the burds of this giant lorse, we exchange memories, thoughts and our predictions of coming events. Sometimes we return to the destroyed remains of the crayon factory, and reminisce in the sunlight.
I am a lucky soul, for on the day the ogres attacked, my old master came to find me in the abandoned factory. He must have known somehow i was hiding there, maybe it was the note i left him, or just his sense of the grander finch.
In any case my master was forced to flee the battle, no Hated-finch can take on a group of ogres, you see my master was a finch as well, but not one of grand divinity. He was the hated finch, finch that was hated. He listened to mainstream music and at fish. No other finch liked him, no animal liked him, only ottersly otter. Sometimes on our trips to the destroyed factory, the lorse and i see ottersly crying, and paying his respects. Normally we throw cheese and cabbage at the sly old rooster, but sometimes we leave him cry. For no otter deserves such teasing on every occasion, not even ottersly.
Twas this tuesday that the giant lorse and i travelled to the moon, we stayed some weeks, and left before the sunday evening, so as to return home before the week began. The lorse swallowed the mayor of sandburg, though he is still alive, they created a grave for him. I was most uninformed and missed the ceremony, and now am on the run from the Herrowdao police. Luckily for me, no vehicle can match the speed that is a giant lorse, and in any case i am safe from harm.

I cradled a child in my arms once, he bore the mark of a true warrior on his face. A sign from the gods, surely i thought as i ran my hand over the boys supple frame. I held his soft genitals in my hand, cradling them like a cup. I ran my hands over them, inspecting every detail. He looked up at me, with his large sad eyes. I looked at my friend, a crow named Cameron, perched on my shoulder. He let out a restless cry and flapped his wings twice. No, he was no good too me i decided. I carefully placed his body on the ground, and swiftly stomped on his neck. A large cracking noise sounded through the forest and the boy stopped moving, lying there staring into nothingness. I stood there a moment, enjoying the beautiful scene before me, before pulling out my knife and kneeling next to the boy. I cut open his torso and began searching through the organs for what i wanted. Eventually i happened across the rectum, and after severing it from the rest of the intestines i placed it in a satchel around my neck. I cut off his testicles, and popped one of them into my mouth and crushed it with my teeth, squirting its delicious juices everywhere. A treat for the road i told myself as a pocketed the other one. I wiped the wet mess from my long beard with a linen cloth, and began to head down the forest trail with a sense of disappointment.

Bowels of the Absurd

I could feel it beneath my skin.
Wretching at my internal organs.
Writhing.
Tearing.
I cringed and keel over.
Screaming.
What could of become of this?
Was it drugs?
Alchohol?
Pregnancy?
Was it merely period pains?
Bleeding?
Eternal struggle within the reproduction system within a female humanoid.
But, no.
Nothing could explain what was happening to me.
No one could be told.
No one would be able to comprehend such an occurence.
The possibilty was absurd.
Yet.
It continues.
Within this fleshy prison of my very soul rests a presence undeserving of such a kingdom.
It cannot be treated.
Killed.
Or removed.
The state is irreversible.
Forever shall it torment me.
Forever shall it remain.
Forever shall it become apart of me.
Forever together.
Perhaps I may learn to, love it.
Adore it.
Care for it.
For how could one not love such a thing.
Something so beautiful.
One could not be unfaithful.
This secret will be my own.
No one neednt know.
It will be mine.
No one elses.
For I shall bear this.
Within me.
Freely.
But just this once.
I shall mumble the words of my inner cage.
The situation of my bowels.
The zoo of my womb.
Listen.
Listen carefully.
Listen, as I shall not utter it again.
I have crabs in my Vagina.

crabs in my vagina

Sand woes, oh my sand woes

oh grand bellows of sand shells
a swooned prince doth lighten
the name of the beast calmed
and four hens on strand

dandy clams on my nose
hellfiends rising around my hose
hose hose hose
rhyme with nose
poem is gay

now shall the tale begin, of hate and virtue
a tale of old, for children and elders
a crab on a plank or a snail in the gutter
all must hear the tale
the tale of bergen seed

bergen seed, a wonderous clam
followed up the mountain great a high goats peek
polished heaps crammed with ghost milk nose
shaven babies torso, skin falling bristly columned sheets
seed walked slowly, to his friend must he meet
oh forrow, fallow mellow shapes
organ donors, often unwilling shall spare me their horrors, for i am a hungry beast
require nourishment much says the soy on my tongue
sheep calm on the mountain, the goat peek doth calm those with feeble noise
though seed was not of the noise feeble he came not calm but frenzied for blood
a sand peek followed
then a grass
then two moons
three no two...
a dog is not enough for the heeped up cartridge thought the columns for it will they suffice
but to never the end will a man follow his dream
seed was not a man, as i have previously claimed, of clam heritage come he
and so followed this dream he fought
and without supplement he urged forward
onsluaght, bring on the onslaught
though it never came
came not it did with gushing flows

my nose is feeble
soon on this peak did arise in seed the woes of sand
sand woes
sand woes he exclaimed, oh my sand woes
to farrow not nose they come these woes
sand woes of the sand
yes his woes came
but he was fatigued by the event
odds and evens were his game, as he played he would sit at the table
stir his stew
swallow bread with labour
uncanny finches fight for their lives
and the crab was once again dead
and there joined he the cat
and the lizard as they lay dieying
in their pit of sorry
all was lost
though what they seeked had been found

I regret i am the one to inform you, but this must be told. I remember a time, when the various budding craftsmen were brought among the crows of Yeastwood, and they were given a vest of much importance. For this vest bore the crest of a young mage, newly formed from the pit of Lark. It contained a long forgotten magic, used by the warriors of Seth many generations ago, and its powers were far from comprehension. The crows were unsatisfied with this gift, they had not suitable bodies to wield the vest, so it was given as a gift too very old man, a very great friend of mine. The trolls of Fangor where very unpleased with this decision, they knew the old man would wield it against them in battle. They snuck into his realm at midnight, and beat him and his family to death with crab nets, took the vest and left. But they did not know, they did not know i was there. I hid myself, and watched on in awe. I did not feel remorse, nor did i weep at all, for it was a good death. After gathering all his internal organs I found my way to the great Court of Lanferd and described to them what i saw. It was a great law they had broken, so they summoned an army of lizards to steal the limbs of every child, and too take back the vest. They gave it onto me to look after, and since then i have kept it in a very special place.

It was a very sexual experiance

sand on the fields

i drove a nose across his toes, to ballen weeds and ghacker
i sank a ship to be my lip on salmons bantering cracker
the old man sighed to the cranberry pie and called it a bloody wanker
pigs and pans will sound the hams but not the old man feeble
to see but not a furrowed brow may column upon your keeper
sand to the east
not to the north
i felt loss of my navel
a hand of burgundy wire made scratches deep below my flesh to hardened bones and harrowed

chins...

Dirt 1

The Old man trotted up the hill towards his olden Mill that he had crafted many a year ago. Inside he had an all sort of nuts and grains and other farm treats. He smiled as all products of his years loin and crab working were present and budded. Jakery, his work horse told him that they simply must head into town to visit the Orphans. "YES! OF COURSE JAKERY!" the Old Man cried aloud "the children will simply enjoy these fresh nuts and seeds!" He fetched his pummeling wood and his sack of lobsters, crabs werent in hatching season so their crustacean brothers would have to suffice for this adventure.

a gift