Fart, the female art

Gas, as g

The perennial question that has vexed the most learned philosophers.   

Must the source be made to be on the defensive, for fear of being a piece of shit, a foul and loathsome disgusting creature that smells like death and sin, or the reek of hell itself? 

The bloated poet 

The scent of flatulence, breaking wind, farting, passing gas, anal expulsion of vaporous intestinal fumes, released upon an ungrateful audience, and resulting in nausea, excoriation, madness, vomiting, running for the door, and of course, malice.

Can gas be made less noxious?  Can one ingest a nullifying substance?  Run to the throne room!   Spray some nicer stuff from an aerosol can, and get on with it.

Crop-dusting Harley Davidsons are one answer

Silent ninjas, the other

Running around, to compartmentalize emissions

god is good, get out of dodge

there's Lactaid, and Beano...

cannibalistic tomato (Tom ate toe?); or, if you are what you eat, you eat something that eats humans.    Have some cumin with your human.  Don't lay a finger on my butterfinger.  Mm, nerds.  MM, m and m's.  

sangha-  buddhist community

sangaf-  subtle art of not giving a f-

wp (word play)

koo day ta

gathering of data, granular detail

moon morons

tort is not a torte (yum);  it's WATCH (wrongful act that causes harm)

RIP doesn't stand for rape incest pedophilia, either

but anything can mean anything

naive natives fight fate

virgin vagina and veggies

penis from venus (seen us?)

I like how the kp online visit portrays me non-reverse, non-mirror

(and not having to bike out to Oakland)

546 mg of IT, every 3 months (roughly 6.0666 mg/day), 4 shots/ year.

Invega Trinza ($$$ 38k);   am I a druggie?  or just in need of medication

clozaril is clozapine, depending whether you're pining or ill (?!)

my life, of late

read world book, trivia cards, economist, write blog (this), oversleeping, dental work, watched Napoleon Dynamite again (from library), helping Karen with her supplements, walk dogs, setting up my used tv (goodwill) with a new remote (which cost more than the tv!), and I ate sushi today (salmon bowl, from Sushi Secrets), hearts of space.  I need to stretch and exercise.   I bought flowers and seaweed snacks, from Trader Joe's.  New month.  Do my budget.

Dear God in Heaven...   heaven is a place, where nothing ever happens! Am I right am I wrong.  My god, what have I done.   same as it ever was.  Here comes the twister.   twisted sister.   threads, from talking heads.