You Who

SoC from Ahmad!!

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You who dares make a mockery of my impalpatible tastes, a lambasting of dicker dots and wicker pots.
It's not far from the truth to say that you look like a pail in the basket.
In the bucket goes, who knows what is up or down, but brown and finalized due dates of peppermint toothaches.
Look hither to front and away we sway, together today.
Hey now is it over before it's even started?
Have we parted already, instead of rejoicing?
For wether it's withered or merely entethered [arabic for anticipated]
Have you considered that it hasn't begun?

Losing one isn't enough for two, but who, who would ever consider you?

by Ahmad

Father Time

See it's not what you say that's so important but how you say it. It isn't what you feel that's so important but what you do with it. It isn't what you are that's so important but who you become. It isn't you that's important but who you are friends with. I haven't said this out of vain. I haven't said this out of misery or poetic justice. I haven't said this out of anything that would require you tro be anything more than two halves of a single soul. I wouldn't have said this if you wanted me to do otherwise. I wanted to say this and told you it was true to the end of days.

by Ahmad

Soup Stains

If there was ever a time when tulips grew alongside mountain dew, I'd be right there with you. It isn't nice to be such a tease for the world to see in fact, it's quite rude. I'd love to make a cherry stew in that room inside of the grue. He he said he wanted to come along, but, he didn't, he never came around to bother with the dinner fridges. I've got a little toilet pop otter pops today but tongue roaches and poaches upon the ancestral calamaties of menstrual cycles and mens motorcycles. Today is the day where you come out and say that it isn't thrice but once again, twice, but once more tomorrow's four hundred and twenty two makers of life. Ha ha ha ha ha. Isn't it beautiful how the two have come together to be together as one but instead of one or two it's just you and me.

-by Ahmad

Traveling Heart

So you say it is what you say it is.
Heaven and ho, together we go to a land of grue.
Grew together instead of whatever it was but you did.
It said you were off in line with those punks, those miscreants and misfits, of wanking corner.
Forever and one together and two hundred thousand years prior to this hard earned cash.
Listen closely my friend, because, this will be your end. And it shall be my end as well, because one is two and two is one, and four is four hundred and one. Two many times I have noted this heart. Too many times I have fathered this part.
Instead we rely on peppermint eyes, and galvanized cries of infantile goodbyes.
Crazy cats mary sue, together we die, together we grew.

-by Ahmad

So Crafty and Tasty

Another stream of consciousness from Ahmad!
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Jelly beans and belly whistles are the things of dastardly men.
Houses of fear and leprechaun tears.
House of homes that want to be destroyed in the dead of night.
Sometimes it takes two men to make one women, and sometimes it takes two women to make a thousand men.
Obviously one is the latter and the other is a ladder into the dark recess of so called night.

Fancy pants McGee had a lot to drink one night, and had to put the bottle down. Of course, that wasn't the right protocol in this situation, so, he picked up the bottle once more. Whores would gaggle around the town crier and sing songs of jubilance and lust. Of course it's not for show or to haggle with, but to improve the lives of others. Our brothers.

Summa time blues. Sometimes.

by Ahmad

Flora and Fauna

Another flower for my ongoing snail cut-out mural I'm working on for our wall border!!

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by Charissa

Felicity Huffman Takes the Cake

I just hope Felicity Huffman never does a google search for her name. I've got nothing at all against her myself.:)

Another stream-of-consciousness, courtesy of Ahmad!

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Felicity Huffman takes the cake for being the most elitist piece of shit there is in this country. Nay, the world. Felicity Huffman takes the cake and eats it too. She baked the cake, scoured for the ingredients, glazed it, and devoured it all on her own. What's in it for us? Nothing. She wanted to make a cake so she could tell us how great of a person she was. Felicity Huffman go back to your white ivory tower. Felicity Huffman go back to your cave of allegorys. Fellicity Huffman no more!


It takes the strength of two men to make something as great as one of mine. Felicity Huffman scoffed. I could make anything I pleas. I meant to say please. I just don't want to. I'd rather do my nails.

Today is not the day to make such things clear, but then again, let's just drop this shall we?

Felicity Huffman shall be who she is, and do as she does. But what about us? The mouse men of Iftum. We care no longer for the vain spellings of a bored housewife. We care no longer for the squalors of man himself. We shall rule the world in an instant, and with a puff, they did. They had invaded the realms of the spirit and the soul to induce a trance into man's deepest desires.


The mice! The mice! The mice man cometh!

He's taking he's taking your soul.

If I asked you a question, what would you answer?

Nay! I would not answer! I would do as the mice men say!

Nay! I would not answer! I would do as the mice men say!

It's not okay to be kind to yourself if it leads to misery. And how shall you know? Well, that question is left unanswered. So do as you please.

Gratuitous acts of kindness are the milk of the soul. The soul of man is in an instant carried away in great cars of grape vehicles into something beyond life itself.

Life itself has no recourse but to create itself.

Life will not create anything until you have done your hair.

It's supper time, ma'am. Ma'am, would you like some tea?

Nay!

by Ahmad Radheyyan