Wednesday, August 25, 2010

It Still Has A Sense of Humour

Humour component comes with option to use a 'u' or not.
For purposes of speed, the original 'u' was dropped,
replaced only by a hollow sound, like a whistle.

It whistles, man.

It whistles even while crashing,
due to the fact that even while crashing
there is no real 'bad' place.

There are only good places that, over time
perhaps due to duress or similar threat,
are polluted.

After a little while, it all finds its way home.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

For God's Sake

How much faster must one be?
Dealing daily in alacrities.
Seen by some, some didn't want
(taunted by earlier haunts).

I guess it has become pretty plain
I mess with words to add the rain in Spain.
Now they come, now they arrive
to arrest my bleeding writings.

I did it since I was one or two,
on your walls and tummies too.
First I looked like a fool,
then I wrote the code you sought.

Forsooked, for God's sake!
Stranded on a beach for like a thousand years!
Like some rattan, dishevelled toy
for that cold sake.

old games and new games

there is an old game, called 'snake'.
users have to input faster than the competing user.
if you don't have a competitor,
the computer can assume the role.

while speed is the primary goal,
it will be found that cunning is deep,
brilliance is underhand, always working
these scenegraphs, these ... these graphics.

say you are a mother.
when you play the game,
you will not even hear
the baby crying.

say you are a father.
you will be entrapped in various ways
till this support system you've been building
begins to build on you.

say you're goldilocks or little red riding hood.
or jack and the beanstalk, or the Frog.
the porridge will be just right --
when you enter the vehicle, (after it Soberizes you)

you will already know how to drive it.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

free as a bert

lone and dry.
like to kill my mocking AI flies.
whatever happened to the ‘touch’ ?
always made me feel so free

as a puppet on strings.

puppet. made of wool. some wood perhaps,
even has some wings ‘n’ things
even has an aileron.

osama bin laden
equated with me, when we all know
i wanted it to be ernie, all the time.

well i’m free as a bird. now.
i like the way i can say certain things,
then just turn on my own words …

what a bastard! they decry.

what a total bastard that guy
and he’s not even dead yet.
deathwish cannot be granted.
‘not good enough to expire still,
you have years left to bore them with.’

life …^. is like a pair of dice.
you get to throw once or twice
depending on the scene.
then you gotta come clean …

preferably with a sanitary wipe.

Friday, August 13, 2010

the effluvium

gotta iambic it home
with one lambda.
well, at least we sorta ate
a little lobster

as one. upon consuming shellfish,
normally we tend to grow as a group.
all our tumors, and all those kinds of goop.
but as 1, upon consuming shellfish ...

ever heard of the herd of HUDs?
heads-up-displays interconnected?
there's a smell like a big old Nerd,
but as our ancestors say ...

it's effluvium ...

Sunday, August 8, 2010

The First Victims of Confusion Are Usually Those Who Train Specifically For Defenestration


"Bubba bubba bubba? What?" I smile wickedly, at my reflection.

"I don't want to get thrown out of a window," it says, sadly. "At least not at ... that kind of height."

I could understand its fear. We were atop a very high construction, beyond fathoms of Escher, vertically. N00bs had written, once, about some 'Tower of Babel' -- well, let me tell you, those n00bs? They were actual newbies. Never ask a mad man how high he can actually get. Those alone are terms for automatic defenestration.

"You're a sicko," says my reflection in the mirror. "Deriving little pleasures of imagery from flinging your own body straight out of windows."

The night has a very bluish-orangey, early morning twist upon its sky, and I for one, am quite sick of this prattling drone. "You don't know anything, man. You don't see what I see."

"That is a terrible thing to say to your reflection," it says. "Do you think I don't constantly see you? That no matter where you look -- no matter whose eyes you look into, it is not always the same stupid picture?"

He mumbled something about how it obviously would be the same picture, given the space-time parameters, and I confirmed his mumblings. I then even asked him if he had anything else to say.

In the room, the air had gotten very thin. Was I in a personal submarine, or some kind of space exploration programme? Or was he? I didn't know anymore. Didn't know from head nor tail, nor whether closing my eyes for just a little bit ... would terminate this stream of consciousness.

"So it is true," mocked the reflection. "You are totally self-obsessed. When you told her you were 'not cheating' you were so playing poker, weren't you? You were totally cheating on her, and when she shed her full tears -- even as her heart bled before your very person -- you were just standing there, concerned only about yourself."

It is a desolate plain world, with icy blue curves and occasionally violet sparks cosining and tangentially flashing about, in cadence with that old, old sound signature. That drum beat. The sound of one heart breaking.

"If there is going to be just one heart breaking," I swallow, "let it be my little heart." I take the nugget from my chest, (it sparkles), and hand it over to the mirror. The reflection takes it with great, great care.

Then I only get to watch in horror as it simply flings it out the window.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

The most important parts are the parts you loved.

Those emails you exchanged with an 'electronic-lithograph' when you were barely 18.


He said when his girlfriend left the room, he would inspect the beds, and there would be these brown ... signs.

Roll eyes and proceed. Try not to get your woman to crap all over, eh?

Remember sleeping with you, and I was stupid because I did not take advantage of you.


The other part I really loved was me and her, walking up a street in Chinatown. She sees a kid drop a toy, or puffy item or something. She immediately goes and picks it up. (I am following her, amazed).

We reach these people with their dropping child and gormless gait -- and she quietly gives the baby his toy.

The child looks back and totally incinerates her kindliness. Like, "Why the fuck are you holding my toy?" Like Damien, from the Omen.

The parents see what has transpired, and they choose not to acknowledge. They just walk on.

I pull her back, and inform her of her miracle. How amazing she is. How beautiful and totally ... total she is. She is was total between Mott St. and Canal.


This is condensed.

Friday, August 6, 2010


Reason it all falls apart, from the top
and bottom, also falling apart, together

is the way it was begun.
The way it had been spun,
that pun for fun from which

you run.


These are simple verses, sans simile curses.
So easy, don't get queasy, eat like avocado

on some bread or a little jello.
Maybe while blotting
out your little lotto,

your lottery.


Even if it is closed, from the top
and bottom, also ending, combining

lol lol the way starts.
Path is clear now,
ears and nose and throats

terrific sound.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Nobody can stop you from driving this Porsche, Irfan!

You are going to a normal Starbucks installation.
You are going to order normal shots of coffee,
from normal shots of 'barristers' ?

Then you walk out, and find out you are walking towards a Porsche.

You try to quit, realizing there is a bug.
But you can't, can't you?
Nobody can stop you from this Porsche.

The Porsche, she sits there, waiting for you.

All you have to do is walk in, find the coaster,
then put her in first gear. Then into second gear.
You want emergency-braking-systems? We got it.
No, this car will never explode.

Irfan steps out of the vehicle, leaving it undamaged, and says he'll pass.

Can you modify the Facebook so that the link where it says 'Friends' says 'Seinfeld' instead?

Anybody can be a huge comedian.

(08:24:10 AM) SweetTooth: the first time i was called a chode was when I was ... 15
(08:24:52 AM) riverfr0zen: yeah, cos that's how long it took you to grow a taint
(08:25:38 AM) SweetTooth: you should be a comedian
(08:25:40 AM) SweetTooth: so funny
(08:25:41 AM) SweetTooth: u are
(08:25:59 AM) riverfr0zen: i am. i'm a sit-down internet comedian
(08:26:38 AM) SweetTooth: you should do a sit down internet comedian tv show
(08:26:59 AM) riverfr0zen: i thought of a stand-up routine when you go on stage. you are about to start your jokes, then you get a call on your cellphone.
(08:27:25 AM) riverfr0zen: for the next minute or so, you do various body movements while speaking on the phone, totally ignoring the audience
(08:27:42 AM) SweetTooth: lol
(08:27:44 AM) SweetTooth: thats great
(08:28:15 AM) riverfr0zen: then you finally end, acting like you've got very angry, and you slam the phone to the ground, screaming "Well, fuck youuuu, Mom!"
(08:28:26 AM) SweetTooth: hahaahhaha
(08:28:38 AM) SweetTooth: dude, u gotta find a way to get on stage n do that
(08:30:06 AM) riverfr0zen: there's a gotham comedy club across the street from me
(08:30:37 AM) riverfr0zen: but perhaps it is something i'd want to practice at an upright citizens brigade first.
(08:32:02 AM) SweetTooth: possibly a good iea, but this might be somethig best done once
(08:32:46 AM) riverfr0zen: yes, yes. or at least to audiences you are sure have never seen it before. it couldn't be funny twice. unless you have all new body movements, perhaps.
(08:33:20 AM) SweetTooth: well, i can see it as something * u would get bored with *
(08:33:25 AM) SweetTooth: i dono thou
(08:34:17 AM) riverfr0zen: it would get boring fast. like -- if someone asked you to do it as a nationwide tour, you could end up at the end completely devoid of a soul
(08:34:36 AM) SweetTooth: yeah, i don't know how comedians do the same act every time
(08:34:42 AM) SweetTooth: gotta be a kille
(08:35:28 AM) SweetTooth: oh btw, It seems as though: vikram is set on implementing Buddypress again onto My Morning Story.. I told him I had issues with it, but he seems to be promising me i won't
(08:36:03 AM) riverfr0zen: who implemented it the first time, him or you?
(08:36:07 AM) SweetTooth: me
(08:36:11 AM) SweetTooth: and sorta u
(08:36:45 AM) SweetTooth: i think he will be customizing it, and I am under a different server company this time around as well .. so ... things should be different
(08:36:46 AM) riverfr0zen: me? what did i do with it?
(08:36:56 AM) SweetTooth: i think you helped me a lot with Wordpress MU
(08:37:01 AM) SweetTooth: there is no more wordpress MU
(08:37:35 AM) riverfr0zen: oh, right. yeah, but i didn't do much. just fixed some issues you pointed out and such. but if he is going to devote himself to it, it could work out
(08:38:11 AM) SweetTooth: well he is implmenting this stuff into his site as well. So it wshould be good. I don't even know if he is charging me this time around.) Th eproblem with that is, getting him to do anything for me though
(08:38:17 AM) SweetTooth: his sites
(08:38:34 AM) SweetTooth: are bluray players important?
(08:41:18 AM) riverfr0zen: if you want to play blu-ray media they sure are
(08:42:26 AM) SweetTooth: do u have a blu ray player
(08:42:45 AM) riverfr0zen: i have a ps3, which plays blu-ray
(08:43:13 AM) SweetTooth: then i'm confused
(08:43:19 AM) SweetTooth: why the fuck doesn't apple have BLU RAY yet
(08:44:46 AM) riverfr0zen: because apple products are limitedly upgradeable. like, with a PC, you could just get any blu-ray player off the shelf, and add it to your PC. but with apple you have to wait until steve jobs decides he wants to put it into his systems
(08:45:30 AM) SweetTooth: he wrote he doesn't want to do it
(08:46:15 AM) riverfr0zen: well, there you go
(08:46:42 AM) SweetTooth: i'm very stressed out, theres no blu-ray or hdmi, and i need a new fucking computer
(08:48:38 AM) riverfr0zen: i'm sure you have all the facts accurate

Thus it was born ... Comedian Hero. The next step in taking things from real life, right into your living room.