Tawdry Talk

Thanks to everyone who played this round of Everybody’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™ - Exquisite Corpse: Drew (bootedintexas), Peer G. Dudda, liquid_wayno, and Eric (furtummy).

twice tattoed,
doesnt care…

Tied-up boy
In Daddy’s lair…

Check it out:
A new look for Cher !!

Scars and ponies and pink peyotes,
So different now than in the sixties?

Keep on shining, shy-girl!
And your reward will come
barreling out of the sky and into your open arms.

Thanks to everyone who played the latest round of Everybody’s Favorite Collaborative Online Poetry Game™ - Exquisite Corpse: Bruce (brunorepublic) x2, Steve (rootbeer1), Bluecollarbear

A man with his trousers too tight,
Found the crotch burst open one night.
It happened at the Eagle
And soon he felt regal,
For the crowd said “that’s outta sight!”

A man with his trousers too tight
Thought that his looks were all right
Until some young bitch
at the ‘crombie and Fitch
Shamed him by turning on the light.

A man with his trousers too tight
Laughed out, “I’m higher than a kite!”
But he didn’t feel drugged
His nuts just felt hugged
Clearly … he was just talking shite.

A man with his trousers too tight,
argued against Obama with spite.
I told him we knew
his political view,
because he obviously favored the right.

Thanks to everyone who played this last round of Everybody’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™ - Exquisite Corpse: chuck (harley), thom413, Mark Monroe, and Eric (furtummy).

Like a three-day-old fish,
his visit started to smell.

Socks on the floor,
bedding on the couch,

Dishes in the sink
my favorite food is missing.

Hair in the sink, hair in the drain
Hair on my toothbrush!?
God, what a pain.

Cantilevered to the extreme
The breaks in reality are
Barely Shored up.

But he had holes in his palms
where the nails had been,

And I was nothing
if not a traditional hostess.

LJ San Francisco Picnic

Per fuzzygruf :

What: 5th Annual Livejournal Picnic in San Francisco

Where: Dolores Park, southeast corner near the palm trees at 20th & Dolores, San Francisco, California.

When: 12pm-2pm Saturday, September 13th, 2008

Bring: Picnic food to share, and something to sit on (towel, chair, etc.) If you have a card table on which to put the food, please bring it.

Pass it on!

Yes, I will be doing some sort of weird photography game again this year. It might be another guess the bodypart thing, or it might be something totally different…

In case you don’t already know - and judging from the meager friendslist on LJ, you already don’t know, but there’s another lovely and talented and thoughtful bear to add to the LJ fold:
Mike (blockheadsf) - now get yerself on over and make the fella welcome!

I was going through the people who have selected me with an “I Like” on BigMuscleBears this morning, and looking at a few of the profiles on there lead me back to their Livejournals - a few of whom I decided to add to my F-list. A few of these people hadn’t posted in a while, so I decided to nudge a couple of folks. Which reminded me that it is nearly the third anniversary of Cameron (handlebear)’s death.

Gosh but I miss that big lug. I miss his smile and his laugh and his wisdom.

Thanks to everyone who played this round of Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™, Exquisite Corpse:

Plumpy, Mr. Dre(amm_ryter), Eric (furtummy), scottasf, wet_in_sf, charliebearnj, bunnykitteh, and Mike (labeartorycub).

Heat shimmer
seen from my window,
a pampered piebald,
My souls could melt upon this wretched pavement.

Lime Jell-O ® and a bucket of chicken-grease
floating aimlessly upon a sea of green
Anticipating landfall
All because of the metric system.

Time to go back to bed,
And dream of undulating sperm.

I am so done with talking about the LJ Advisory Board election.

Let’s braid out hair and talk about boys!

Thanks to everyone who played this latest round of Everyone’s Favorite Online Collaborative Poetry Game™, Exquisite Corpse: bizarrocub, bunnykitteh, amznbert, Pup Ajax, zbear20, Al Badger, greyguy_sf, and charliebearnj.

We did it as an inverted haiku - a 7-5-7 structure.

Falling petals in the wind
Kiss my wet forehead
Breath into me spring goddess

Falling petals in the wind
never find their home
endlessly falling away

Falling petals in the wind
My plants keep dying
God damn this microclimate

Falling petals in the wind
why don’t they go splat?

Falling petals in the wind
Waves wash to the shore
Kingfishers bring home dinner

Falling petals in the wind
Beauty discarded.
Its purpose served; the seeds sown.

Falling petals in the wind
Apple blossom white?
Alas, styrofoam peanuts.

Falling petals in the wind
Depressingly pink
Good Lord! You need a massage