Wednesday, March 27, 2013

SSS: LIMITED RADIUS


*CLICKY CLICKY*

fronty: just wait 'til it's colored...

click the fronty for the skin pic, my big news, do you see me glowing? i'm pregnant...and i wanted to show you guys that gnarly bandage i wore there from one of my many scratches provided by my fur baby, my furry cat son. it was kismet, i snapped that photo and then one shower later, the week-long brown strap finally melted off my thumb.

at The Store, i prove i'm a man the only way i can,
by balancing a ten-ton bag of cat food with just my pinky,
that'll get the sandwich girl to finally notice me
and turn me into a proper man.

these days, i never leave my house,
my tiny ipad mini has become my tiny world,
i use the tiny tip of my fingertip to thumb out words
and phrases and clever puns which make me feel better for a second,
and then it's back to being small.

but if they make you feel better for a second,
that second lives beyond my expiration date,
like the bad milk i purchased there while walking around,
head in the clouds,
the manager had to be called, thought i was a sanitarium escapee.

The Store is my second home,
it's the place i have to go to if i want to eat,
you can't live your life on tumblr,
because you biologically have to eat, it's a human
fail-safe God provided our machinery to keep us from being lonely.

the woman who will turn me strolls her shopping cart down the waxed aisle ahead of me,
this lady with the huge tits and a penchant for making men men.
will we bump-into-each-other-meet like a sappy Hollywood romantic comedy
or end up taking home the Oscar for the indie slice-of-life angsty mumble porn
about one twentysomething's idea of girls and Girls and a slice of key-lime pie?

the walls of my computer room have caved in full
i'm squashed physically by the mounds of dirty, cum-stained drawers
and psychologically by the constraints of being a loner,
if i don't say hi to a stranger soon, i will lose my gift of speech,
i scoff at stranger danger, i need friends!
but wait, who's the stranger here?

i know that if i type one more word,
one more youtube comment,
it will finally be answered by my soul mate on the other line,
the other side of the screen,
soul mates don't exist, but other people furiously typing away at their keyboards do,
not the song in that movie about mice, the other
SOMEWHERE OUT THERE, CLICK HERE AT THIS LINK,
i lull myself to sleep with this song's lyrics every night, inbetween the cum,
the sheets, the milk tea, the latest 4chan meme, you, love.

CLICK HERE FOR THE RULES. IF YOU WANT TO PLAY, PLEASE ADD YOUR ENTRY TO THE LINKY TOOL BELOW. DOES ANYONE WANT TO PLAY? PLEASE WITH BUBBLE TEA ON TOP?:
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6 comments:

Kazi G said...

*waves*
You can chat to me anytime!! :)

That's a busy pic, can't wait to see it in colour ;)

:*

~Kazi xxx

the late phoenix said...

kazi: Robert Crumb + Where's Waldo? + my signature pointy noses

Ella said...

How long does it take you cat to eat ten pounds of food? That is a lot of cat food.

the late phoenix said...

Ella: secret told: it's really for me...

Cheeky Minx said...

The fury at the keyboard will invariably precede bodies thrashing together, inflamed desire, flesh in rage.

Love,
Meg

the late phoenix said...

Cheeky, my blog soul mate, it's uncanny how much you look like Meg Ryan...unless, wait, are you in fact Meg Ryan?! no, no, you are much more sexy than Meg could ever hope to be.