Babble your Insanity, Create a Brook:

  • August
    20 years ago

    Build my brook.

    Today was a day of cups and force. I don't trust the corners of this street anymore, mostly because of the lack of garbage. Yes, the garbage. Yes, the garbage, which little nymphs, with little eyes of knives, eat willingly, and there are inconsistancies here and there.

    Feed the car, fuel the dogs. At least do it before you leave me.

    Swollen oak, burst with your bitter reaches into my backyard.

  • August
    20 years ago

    It's okay, but I don't love you for your honesty. Why can't you speak in the tounges the girl I want to be with talks in?

  • August
    20 years ago

    When understanding flies out the window, you're left with me.

  • Dorotea©
    20 years ago

    you drive me crazy you little bumblebee don't u see youre the reason i am me look at that tree i think i see another bee~

    cheeeeeeeeeers

  • Bret Higgins
    20 years ago

    But when the teflon shield breaks you're still the one who gets to fix it with freshly ironed cup cake doilies.

  • Bret Higgins
    20 years ago

    The now edible pancake will runaway to a small east european village and become the mayor. It's all your fault.

  • Bret Higgins
    20 years ago

    Landing in fields of acorns and Wermacht helmets. The quagmire of the babbling brook becomes a river of candy floss and ribbons.

  • August
    20 years ago

    My purpose in life was once to smash the ribbons. Yesterday, faded into the mirth in my sky of the world.

  • Bret Higgins
    20 years ago

    Made good wallpaper for worms but not in an unconventional sense. Asymetric edged coins of worthless denomination pelted at the rich fills the corridors of the filing cupboard.

  • Bret Higgins
    20 years ago

    the intricacies of undeterminable quantum raisins clutter my mind with soul choruses.

  • speculative_scene
    20 years ago

    um why did the chicken pot his pie? um i am just wondering because i think pie is too good to pie, i would eat the pie. what a silly chicken.

  • nikki @~~
    20 years ago

    For he told them there, at the base of the brook, with their eyes of naked jade and shattered stone. And the clutter littered the emptiness around them with the sounds of a thousand silences. Breaking wave upon wave of heavy hearts jagged edges slashing and serenading the savage beast. Savage in his hunger, as the nymphs at the garbage engorged, and their seeds fell; popcorn in the sea. Untold he screamed the lies that'll bleed us all.

  • August
    20 years ago

    Belgerfish.

  • Bret Higgins
    20 years ago

    They took over the unknown world.