The Mezunian

Rust-skied Saturday ~flat gainst the tarmacgreen pop bottle.

Summer’s end ~ the smell o’ dead grass; the mower growls.

Hothaze sky ~black birds hold paradecalling fall…

Decadent summer ~blissful antsbutterdrowned.

<Doctor, it hurts when I lift my arms>. <Then stop lifting your arms>. – An ol’ joke. Hegel remarks somewhere that all great world-historic facts and personages appear, so to speak, twice. He forgot to add: the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce. – ¡Rrrring! ¡Bing! Carlos Marukusu There’s an old saying […]

While trying to look up a weird Tyler, the Creator lyric involving eating all the cheese @ the store, I stumbled ’pon this gem. If You Eat Cheese (Ever), You Need This $15 Container I hard disagree. Beyond all expectations, I continue to survive while still eating the occasional cheddar without this ( exorbidant ) […]

I'm paranoid o' my appendix. 1 day it will kill me. ¿Are you thinking, well, have you had trouble with it in the past? & I tell you no, but appendices ne'er warn you, now do they. No, it's a ticking, ticking time bomb, ready to go off with aplomb & a song. ¿Why have […]

Accompanying music Noche sofocante ~ el placer perverso en mis solo amigos, los hormigos, que nadar en refresco plano canceroso y que arrastrarse en helato de dulce de azúcar de diabetes de edad de día.

boring bill thinking he’s fill o’ the till pushing all his pills into our tongues thinking he’s younger than the sun thinking he’s too gun for buns without sesame seeds callin’ me jeeves when i don’t please speakin’ he false got null fleas pease porridge in the pot not past expiration date jake