_________________________________________________________________________ _/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~\______/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~~~~\____/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~~~~~~~\__ _/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~\______/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~~~~~~\__/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~~~~~~~\__ _/~~~\_______/~~~\______/~~~\_/~~~\_/~~~\_/~~~\____/~~~\____/~~~\________ _/~~~~~\_____/~~~\______/~~~\_/~~~\_/~~~\_/~~~\____/~~~\____/~~~~~~~~~\__ _/~~~~~\_____/~~~\______/~~~\_/~~~\_/~~~\_/~~~\____/~~~\____/~~~~~~~~~\__ _/~~~\_______/~~~\______/~~~\_/~~~\_/~~~\_/~~~\____/~~~\__________/~~~\__ _/~~~\_______/~~~~~~~~~\/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~~~~~~~\__ _/~~~\_______/~~~~~~~~~\/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~~~~~\___/~~~~~~~~~\_/~~~~~~~~~\__ _________________________________________________________________________ flowers of disruption #16 -- 08.08.99 -- by trilobyte == the zine for tasha & anjee == (*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&)(*&) Eat my radishes, pearly pork player. I planted them in the lawn for you to be able to wipe off their dirt and bite into them, they are dry like paper but tasty as a stew, you bake them and you fry them til they suit you. I wanted to sell them to an established restaurant but they already had their own supplier of radishes, so now I am giving them all to you. They had the potential to make me a lot of money, I hope you know what kind of a sacrifice I'm enduring when giving these to you. Farmers in Minnesota grow long white beards so they can swat away at mosquitoes resting on arms and the chest. Women married to the farmers don't grow long white beards because they can't, but they grow their blonde hair long and wear it in ponytails. They can swat their back then, and they can also cover up their nipples while barechested or cold. If you attached the farmer or his wife (or both) to the center of a spinning circle, hair would go flying everywhere and upset everything in the air nearby. You could turn the farmer into a bit for a very large drill, and use his head and beard as a buffer when you wax your car. Or you could put a spike at the end of his beard and use him as a weed-whacker. People from Minnesota are small, and they go to college there because the buildings are tall and white. Oral Roberts has a university too, but you only go there if you've been stuck doing so. God is waiting when no other opportunies have knocked. Once the opportunity bird doesn't knock itself unconscious by ramming itself into your side window, you've got no other choice but to find a different way to leave. You could be a happy housewife, but until that issue of Housekeeping has told you to grow a geometrical garden of radishes and slime pie, you won't enter the next sphere of existence. Ask Tom, he knows all about it. Hello, Tom. You are a nude stick puppet. Hello, I'm Tom the stick puppet and I'm nude. I worship Beowulf, who saved our village from despair. He raped my wife and I am thankful. He is a great man who needs no armor. She's having his child but I'll pretend to be father. He can't maintain a full time job. He can't pay child support. But he saved our village. I thank him for that. He fed my wife this poem by Aster and then she puked it up because she had too much to drink that night. o / /|\ /'\ 0=======--/------_____----//---0 CRAYONS once there was a girl she had a little cat the cat was brown and white it liked to chase and kill once there was a little cat whose name was sid-poso it didn't have any fur or claws or teeth or once there was a pen who was white and blue and black the pen liked ice cream but not very much once there was a desk with paper all over it and so the rabbit jumped over and away in the hills the end. 0=======--/------_____----//---0 Tom is a very rude nude stick puppet, talking about rape and alcohol. But the truth is, kids, the two often go together. So if you're near one, try to stay away from the other. Or just stay away from both, and then you'll be really safe. Throwing up poems is unsafe too. Yummy Hungarians translated the Bible for me the other night and it made me think about a lot of words written on sheets of parchment. They were all scratched there for a reason, and that reason is that I asked them to write them for me! There used to be a long of Hungarian translators with open shops downtown but now it seems that they're all moving out to the suburbs, with this damn urban sprawl eating up our valuable farmland to have buildings in shopping malls and monestaries. Who makes the rules around here? I'll tell you -- the consumers. They dictate the price. They buy what's nice. They inspire the artsy to know how not to live. Artsies avoid money and overpriced necessities. Find your black clothing at the Salvation Army, then you can walk the streets like the proud and important person you are. Stop in where I am, get some coffee, sit on my lap, entice your black-tights-clad legs around my waist. Show me what it is to express love while asleep. Twiddle your fingers and watch me play dumb. ŠÕÕª .-. Š»ÕÕÕº Šª Š»ÕÕÕÕº ŠÕª ŠŠÕÕÕÕÕÕÕª | | this was an †† †† †† ŠÕª † † †ÕÕ† ††† | | honestly bad †»ÕÕÕº †† †† † † ŠÕÕÕÕ†Õ† † † ††† | | time-waster †† †† †† † † † † † † † †»ÕÕÕÕÕÕÕº | | email-box †† ŠÕÕÕÕÕª †ŠÕÕª † † † † † † »»» | | filler »º »ÕÕÕÕÕº »»ÕÕºÕº »ÕÕÕÕ»Õº »ÕÕº »»ÕÕÕÕÕÕÕº | | from .----------------------------------------------------------| | trilobyte `----------------------------------------------------------`-' flodis / flowers of disruption #16 / 08.08.99 / trilobyte@hoe.nu tell your friends to dream in mind with flodis