arcade vampfires

thus, abandoned in our burtons, we four grew to multitudes
roamed through scripted invitations forth to mansions bishop rue'd
and lo' we found a crowded house of bau'mpin technolights
quite covered by some fragile powdered noses glimm'ring white;
but darkest corners did we seek atop the highest stair
and found we did a room for us where we could dance and stare
but alas when open doors did find their place for three to clamber
over railings on the roof (aghast!) where faint of heart might stammer,
out of nowhere Bruno's headset gloves and meaty eyes did peek
and he would not be swayed, he was dismayed, with reddened cheek
he hollered loudly: "you must enter! close this door! you must descend!"
but little did he think accursed he'd be by benjamin-
who, with bruno's torchlight blaring in the eyes of supple meek
he ordered: "stop it! turn it off!" and nimbly jumped with angered feet
toward the man, who face to face now, did they quick exchange the first of several glances,
but our benjamin, would not be swayed by angrier parlances,
thus commanded we re-entered where so haunted by strange revels
we could hear them whisper words throughout the rooms of us as devils!
disgraceful- thus, we could not stay with malice seeping round
and descended we did quickly to the cold and noisy ground.
the street was overbrimming with the moans of drunken hallows
so we fled in yellow legion off to better stranger shadows.

arriving for a second time with ne'er a vampire seen,
except for us who tooth by tooth could oft be made to gleam,
we assembled at a second flight of stairs afit to climb-
what would become of us, our bloodied hungry mouths of wine
were growing thirsty, could this be the place?
but flesh was hanging heavy in the air enough to taste
and so we paid the price of second revelation for the night
and entered into darkness where there could be seen no light
except the glow of ipod reaper or the dimmest etch-a-sketch,
was that a flavor flav, a half-dead writhing little wretch?
we cackled loud and low and low and loud we danced away desire
the blood was flowing molten now, a smoldering of fire
that has gone out- yes, it was thus as time crept past
the long toothed hour of looking glass
reflected us as ne'er before:

like vampfires seen in days of yore
like spirits without bodies, or
like blackholes in the souls of your
dark vision kept at distance for
the reason that its claws could strike
on any dark and unlit night
a vision could be stripped away
to never see the light of day
but we know this and keep our peace:
all hallows eve will never cease.

loving

there will be nomorenanotechnopostoblogothingsamatron. time is too precious. and there is too little of it. should we be more with love? when we are. all is full.

"snow's coming," bear said.
"sho' is," the other bear replied.

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she is singing:

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ok ok ok ok ok ok....the triumph of celebrities

the rasberry ale chez esperanza has resulted, for a second and conclusive time, in a much bally-hooed discussion of the Whos of Actors that - with sexiness, smarts, and good actin' - have emerged as the best and most deliciously desirable of them all. this is hotly contested ground to cover mid-swigs of berried beer but we carried on, we did! and oh the triumphs we did find. The Man was soon and swooningly quick decided to be the oh so ohhhhh of jump street pirates the only Johnny Depp. ah yes. the j depp, the only only. the man who, walking into the room, would bring all women weak-kneed to his feet kisses thrown toward...none of the ladies at our table could even recall if their were any other finalists. was anyone even close? the only johnny indeed.

his female counterpart, though, proved near impossible. the length and breadth of career, the quirkiness, the unsurpassable sexiness, the intelligence, the saving grace of terrible films...who came close: juliette binoche (too sophisticated, not enough range of roles), winona ryder (but acting became shoplifting and it was over before it began), audrey tatou (too cute!), julianne moore (intelligence and acting yes, but not the depp level of sex), juliette lewis (maybe, the craziness yes, but what happened?), nicole kidman (alien! alien!)...and so...after two lengthy occasions of rattle chattered randomly celebobsessed debate we arrived, achingly, here:
Venus (from Baron Munchausen)...of course!
Uma Thurman.
She who, on walking into the room, all men would stumble, longingly, unable to speak. It is true.
Our criteria were five worthy films that she had appeared in. Consensus was needed to complete our Holy Pair of Desirables. We elaborated the list as follows: Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, Beautiful Girls, Henry and June, Pulp Fiction and...Baron Münchhausen. Done!

Her Venus, quoth birthday BjmnIV: "The nude skin! Nakedness!"

(And a great sigh).

with some/time

to wonder...

(écoute! écoute!)

anemones

valentine wonders...
when oui 4 sing play
what will la musique that we make be called?

good good future

awoke post-boys of toosmallbikeclub fun
zoom! thru Po(o)p Montreel: Torngat sweetness, grungergrunge up missy bar, el salon súpercool featuring klezmercircusing mit Man Man and saturday AM cerealboxrock mit japon Zoombombs. once agin friendly mit st ambroisa - and the white tshirt man on stage while band bowed. in short: amazing. post-noise and orange tshirts moved thru more smoke machines! to dollarsliced madonna where B.IV oh so glently plucked the Code of Ethics velvet skewnosed bear from amid the stuffed zoo wreckage. hooray! an attempt to lift the ass was not as successful. zoom! around around mulberry ground and inevitable elite fromage à la créme + fairmount tastyness. sold out were the islands + dissed we were for being pon lowly bikes we laughed, then morning morrow. zoom! awake o'deathbed rise and shined our way to sala rossa where mit sleepy eyed did spie with artful eyes the sunday arthob snoggles, yes btwixt oeufs and crepes and more the bearded s.roberts, stars o' stars, hustle postles, and more. zoom zoom! to pucespop where the air grew thick and water had we not, so stayed only a while, cavorting with minipressed cds zines and comic kids aplenty. then, with dancing striped leotard workout class in session we left, valentine clutching 2D megaphone, the closest he could find. zo. om. slowed and parted we. rest of thought as water washed toward archictects of finlandia. minus the potatos boiled til able to sink our weak knees with hundred proof.