Below are the 6 most recent journal entries recorded in Jabberwocky's LiveJournal:

Monday, November 24th, 2008
8:20 pm	I am at one with the buzzing machine in front of me I declare independence by some sort of servitude, to publish and dictate my blues cocker spaniel shoes and attempt not to lose.  I am a material organism floating on water.  A soldering iron made of bliss.  Nurtured by pygmies, left to die digest alone.  Separated from the pack and using a typewriter.  Kitten.  Spooner baboon.  Sicklicle Metal pieces digest water burning sun malaria drag strip hair net number question tropical yeast infection inflection bio dome crackle split incision wire coat hanger danger danger.  Mutton chops chimney gray okay?  All of the colored specs come together to make a picture.  Eight sub bun bomb length long spun spon respondent thati food trauma silicon pin wheel spin wheels purple iridescent linger saucers part my eyes lizard tongue disguise  Flickering brown bread pieces  Sly tongue  Droning orb  ordinance.  Piece sign  Clicking lashes pentagram  From your empty gestures spew shit  What is it that bothers me so much about the halo  It pales in comparison  Fighting back against an unknown force  Inertia creeps in  Whitewashed walls long morter pestle halls  Meandering squeemish buzzard children  Candle flickering distance triathalon shoots the breeze Septum trouble in Belize spock knocker drizzle tapered off  pumpkin scrub can too cander lolicking blink shutter paste trauma zone inflated melodrone quam quackley sputter dripping drizzle pitter patter numerical quafishient drop down quells fake face select variations elderly apply uncomfort numerical index (to be  continued) (Comment on this)
Saturday, April 19th, 2008
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Friday, April 18th, 2008
11:55 pm	A couple of older library freestyle pieces... I come to the mic displaced, slinging ace-based waste, bees-wax from a swollen face I spit with haste, lip-locked and style braced I free base, twisting waists like tomato paste And lying in wait. I reminisce… Meanwhile, somewhere back in Cambodia I watch you recreate the style that I showed to ya I sense a change in the air, something laced with despair; show you my hand-equipped with two pair. Plasmodia, share flare éclair bear. Now, I watch you return from the sewer, a world-class brewer of sewage and in poor taste, lying in waste (in wait), you lambaste my shoulder blades Parts laced with good taste, others with toxic I spot check The copy and paste of a world replaced with machines, buckets of bolts and wires given every-day routines suture up the spleens, right at the point where they’ve been ripped at the seems; the final destruction of red blood cells going relatively unseen and unavailable; unheard-the waste of misplaced puff retraced and retracted Believe in or not, the chaste have chased the spaced out of their place A race laced with grace, not to be disgraced or attributed to poor taste But anchovy paste, in a relative way, gives way to industrial waste. Brush up all that dirt off yuh shoulder, grab this piece of burning hot metal and smolder Grab the phone cuz’ it’s for yuh, it’s agent Mulder Flowing with grace but in poor taste, laying waste permissively (permissive waste) CHORUS (X2) Come to my place (unplaced), come to my place (debased), come to my place (foretaste) And take my place. We head out on an architectural dig, visit the Louvre and face forward to the tough smirk, smudged and centered, cemented gaze of the Mona Lisa hung up for days upon the wall Dare to debase this spring of a mistle toe pig? This priceless twig, encased and placed within fine carbon-monoxide-based case And faced with duties to stare at the wall for centuries, millenniums maybe Years like gravy or maybe salsa certainly of the pace variety or possibly balsa Wood taste like library paste catches up to you at the waist in the worst possible way, Wasp like stung heartaches though you embraced it in distaste you felt that somehow all of this was up to change And in a foreclosure and foretaste, a future time you could taste A Balkan mythology debased You traced it to its source today Something interlaced and with a brief tug took the encased, A firm grip and look on your face Erased fate. --------------------------- Let me preface my conclusion by stating with resolution The pen has popped ink; rye in an all too familiar situation Up until now left to collusion, berate wits hit with startling confusion Hopped up on hiss of late states with great lakes my style cakes Hens give eggs for meal, pheasants treat onlookers to veal When presented with the option to steal or not to steal Pawn-movers took legs present. Opt out or opt in if still given a choice Popped out with a brand new voice Fin flopped pill driven door stopped aid This cavalcade hoists an Asian subservient Anointed sensation pervious, previously impervious Freely Bruises from contusion, fusion like allusion to rolls Royce resident President aid cal grant pel compels expelled raid Shore leave laboriously eats sleeves oar autumn leaves Census agrees pretentious flees lent trees fulfilling needs Stark and stifling pleas Rifling diffusion optical illusion of the upper gamma rays Rejoicing in haze for days and days, smog out of phase Bout fan jog shout place Dark edifice Oedipus intrusion Confucian plate When think mopped slot fall precipitation keel Blonde hookers respond absolution optical dove Ten pegs pleasant brook brawn creek Ointment uh bog tan craze weave drolls tea leaf Trifling knees nautical pants ---------------------------------------------------------- Let me preface my conclusion by stating with resolution The pen has popped ink; rye in an all too familiar situation Up until now left to collusion, berate wits hit with startling confusion Hopped up on hiss of late states with great lakes my style cakes Hens give eggs for meal like pheasants treat onlookers to veal When presented with the option to steal or not to steal Pawn-movers took legs present. Opt out or opt in if still given a choice We Popped out with a brand new voice Fin flopped pill driven door stopped aid as This cavalcade hoists an Asian subservient Anointed sensation pervious, while previously impervious Freely Bruises from contusion, fusion like allusion to rolls Royce resident As the President aid cal grant pel compels expelled raid Shore leave laboriously eats sleeves oar autumn leaves Census agrees pretentious flees lent trees fulfilling needs Stark and stifling pleas Rifling diffusion optical illusion of the upper gamma rays Rejoicing in haze for days and days, smog out of phase Bout fan jog shout place Dark edifice Oedipus intrusion Confucian plate When think mopped slot fall precipitation keel Blonde hookers respond absolution optical dove Ten pegs pleasant brook brawn creek Ointment uh bog tan craze weave drolls tea leaf Trifling knees nautical pants (Comment on this)
Thursday, April 10th, 2008
1:03 pm	I woke up around 11:30 on April 12, 2008... While out adjusting my parascope lense my mind my mind subverts skips and jumps and defends extends to the paranormal quick sends and ever ready moot points and lengthens the time: short to something much longer.  I consort with those less tolerable hoping that in doing so I’ll take something out of it and learn about the self and self-awareness the bareness and bee hive I approach the roach prepared with a clip live tonight and full of fright but set to manifest the best tree hugging sprite and spirit nearest to cure us of manipulating personas performing sonatas tokings toccatas and thinking about tomorras.  Sodom and Gomorra the oatmeal doomsday draumoora like plastic fudge funeral the Earth sedimentary mineral on the menu it’s gruel and it’s terrible-adjusting parables to make it seem more appetizing.  Now intwine I suggest words and rhyme just fine off the bryer’s ball bake oven I fill in spaces greater than astronaut shuttles I scuttle shuffle lip-lock underground I’m surveying tunnels built with muscles and brute force the tight muscles sweat reports of minerals found deep underground make a cavorting cavernous sound and gravy trains of cavalcades crush fresh lime abound twine and wait in line to abide by these laws govern flaws use this piece to iron out the kinks the stink and the overall pollution maker if the people were meal than I’d have to play baker I’m equipped with shaker at the waste with a smile on my face trace the gull to the fullest extent money well spent cash the check and wonder where the moneys at where the honeys at stick to the jive like fleas and fleas on poop fresh out the chute stoop silo barn scoop up the juice and resolute let me intervene.  This is at-at walker global pollutionary staulker a Jackson-pollack of the knocker I grab the chain with key and unlock/undress doors.  For hours and hours, days and days cut through the maze with congenial force let my hair grow out with course precision and use incisions to cite the malt liquour pardon your bardom barnum and baily cliché typical lines flow like cheap twine and wine and over time where themselves out .  yeah it’s true the party might never truly end but you’re just rapping repetition to the overall might I suggest an overhawl if you want to remain far away from you hawl and yeehaw texas south Dakota my motives tickle ill sickles like bickle on cursives hand-written notes the croak of bull frog and bull fighter gasoline butane and lip-lock light throw an exciter into the mix.  Now onto electric seel the creature biting eel but unaware of time at first I worked hard to conceal and then lost track of ways to conseal a rhyme perhaps lengthen the vocabulary making things all blurry writing in a hurried lightning storm and be reborn and torn with scorn from the womb all scrutinized and scrumtrelescent from the moon and the earth once again represent girth in a huge hunger for munger jelly donuts peanut butter and jelly spaghetti everyready is the pillberry doughboy in the oven ready twice baked potato routine gleaming altruistic slapstick pubic bone circumventing legislation propagationg irrigation cannals while decked out in flannels the yo-yo- life of a would be and not a ma animas amina amaterializing and imagining gin ink blistering blasting from cannons my epsilon printer splinters from contusions to brains mainframe catalyst on a schism of devotion you lack the notion to do anything care of the potion I dream of genie and live as guinea pig with wig full intact I continue with mouth open until the words deny their owner and choose to retract themselves.  There they are on shelves, there they are with elves the seuss-ian logic that once you’ve conceived basic rhymes the chimes bounced and rendered shaken not stirred and blundered retained and reigned in retendered make beautiful blossoms surrender.  Mulender neverender endangered and rolled off of the pot smoke its stuck to the pot pot sticker its rotter than rot sticker than sot its more mundane than not and decidedly not unlike pick-pockets stuck in light sockets I’m making and choose to make light of this situation as long as this energy flows through me I should dictate it to at least a piece of paper maybe later he says get on the work train and explain to abborant workers why the worker bee has calloused and self-conceived wings and why her bees make less than honey must be the money x-faxtor jaw retractor cattapillar self-machinery stop to admire the now-greening scenery the buttery jowel would you like to buy a vowel miss white?  Will this be your last show tonight?  Now make sure not to act contrite in front of all your knowledge-bearing fans in the stands wearing arm bands preparing them to withstand in amazement debase and incongruent the albedo alberico lost in the tonic flavor shaver moose knuckle debackle spackle and spatter tin can Mussolini vibrates and clattors upon tin floors where we’ve been before walk through the door and walk out of your self travel to the south and get out of yourself.  Now omnipresent meet friends and at any ends haggle and tangle them to buy cars to open up doors to step on fingers to import to export the self dragging the dangle to photo-copy and gaggle the self in a bit of self revory everything will be alright if just for tonight sans the fright and the sonic titan you call gold the shutter and sputter of a clicking eye lash the gold and sodomy satisfaction retraction retrace gliss glash glace finger pace the tick tock metronomical gauss flaws and map out the troff sprinkle ashes into the vauss and remember old klauss and claws days not to rememeber and d-day not too far off the war piece with the ltter symbol just about worn off you rubbed one off a minor detail in the scheme of it all now think about fauz the faux-paus doggy style the fo-pause fo paws yummy brittle skittle bacon flavored artificial fiscal period fiscal comma fiscal colon nuendo Nolan ryan fryin bacon and tryin to drag myself out of this ditch itch glamour hold my lips and I clamour bitch fits stammer when confronted with tough steel hammers and clowns burrowing tunnels and funneling out the bad from the misunderstood I wish I could turn back time and then midthought it rhyme completely understood.  The shoal singer and champion of the world with title above and in the sunshine finds himself in a bind only to get himself out and be stronger because of it I exaggerate knowingly having some idea where this piece will lead me and where its lead I plead and its bed ped and lead man pedophile pedophilia the corn cusp on the media I melt and drawl draw dowls I slit owls and unevenly retrace the look on my face its not about the others or about you and what you may (do) and do not do naught do crayon supernova cacofanous cavalcade its about nutritional values ask your mother not to be told be bold and the super Nintendo mold tells a story not often told submit It to the kitch a flash pan in a ditch hands clasped in hand-clap procedure the neater nitre gleams flesh in the cusp of empty summer.  And the shade gleaming nightly from your glasses speak once more of the masses-it’s some of one some of another greatly of this but also not so much so.  At least not in this matter of time this manor resides with kicks of forsight and at midnight chooses to play host congenial toast and to use the same words to boast. Time once again to consort the dictionary to suck up new information.  But really I haven’t done this in so long why do I feel this harrowing vision of conflagration and visage the plastic suit of treeage the patched up willow work of twigger mc twinson bbuilt on Bentley and here to boast about kinison and venison on the menu opening up at venues all across America American right to bare arms and velveteen malignant shacks shaq air style and the pen retracts flex a muscle and the cramp comes back I won’t do that.  It’s not that she’s part caught up in this tidal wave of no-sayers with blinders on their eyes or even that she chooses to be represented by disguise it’s that she feels it looks good on her no compromise-this is how she wants to be viewed by other guys.  I will admit my hands are tied tighter than shoe-laces ever could be could this be her no, and not her cousin so whooly, she taken (mistaken?) there are better ways to be shaken but for the time being I’m stuggling to make sense of just how else I could be so absolutely taken just for someone else.  The self might give way but the truth to the self and the good intentions stay will they ever go away?  With apprehension aprehesion like this learn the best; to be a lark at bay not to prey but to glaze in with a bouquet of flowers not gleemin like cleemin the cleaver best benefits no one to show in a bath of insecurity.  The worried allegory is alimony and tantamount to suck in the glory it’s never quite just as expected profelected and tartar grime puss and rhyme lifted but no, no I’ve sifted back to the self that I knew I had lifted and lived taking it day by day just to give myself away and the not put on the compression as much-this method is shown to as such bring about bad things and bad dreams rather than be reemed I should simply rose-color it and put it out in print the glint and glispse glance liking dancing pants around a fire pit but will this be better than it was (his) pitch forked on drift wood you stood naked and should blow the whistle on this reality milk thistle the thing is your glistening eye lash told it best when your worm wood jacket confessed that the tussle brown hustle that would come next would be your best.  Get your practice in, surpass expectation change the station and let it sin let it sing youre trying to explain membrane  leaking out onto fork and spoon you swoon and put all of your energy into something humpty-dumpty like but with a sense of urgency and idea it’s not quite free of frame-of-consciousness but surprisingly clear.  The queer dustpan is deadpan and in surround it resounds with something much clearer and cleaner.  Beam bam beamer, the double-teaming teamer call larry now with the downlow downloaf cow cal califlowerin ya save.  Add a penny dime nickel to the tustle the hustle and bustle blows and flows no more grime and prose because who truly knows where this will take me?  A twig in a forrest but it’s time for awakening.  Its not the size or sheer mastery of the subject by any means but the idea that this twig gleams and shines a light that the forrest can relate to-something the rest of the quietus populace has become sedate to.  Emanating force, I can’t help but feel that sometimes with help from word divorce I disconnect my discorce and substitute with restitute but otherwise resolute vocabulary symbols the paradigms shifting and splintering ideas of mons and mass remoras but often boring tales of little adventures my epileptic tendencies retrify thoughts of conjugal forests torse and cataclysmic boring holes in the mantle and corse of earth’s Taurus.  If I would have known better I would have sent a poet-Jodi Foster in some magazine explaining something completely ir-related to Magnetosphere.  The spherical monocle held high near the chimney blade magnifies creatures and shapes near yon cavalcade.  The staunch bley bluh blojb centenializes mercury’s gasses retrofuging resolute napkins in holders removing boulders to make room for rice mills resolute in salt fields of peter and with a tug of course leader the whole thing winds off.  Find yourself and what you enjoy doing and everything else falls into place and without fail-safe I trudge on-to some a curmudgeon riding on coattails of trust fund waiting for the day when I slip and have no safeguard to fall back on.  Up to now this has been something that has moderately caught my eye but not rock action  the retraction is something because I feel like whatever I end up doing will just be and initially I will be dust.  But why act like dust now?  Pleasure for the later ladder latter to serve up breakfast on a stainless steel platter to the wife and kids that you sustain and won’t ever waiver or surrender to-the pieces of you that you work hard to maintain and who command of you to do so and in unceasing haste (you will never replace this concave case of a prop-position tied up with lace) this grace you taste and your whole world over worked to create in a way that was not completely yours –the auras of the oars (or the ors?) built on resolution you end this piece with a period and not a comma, sem-clause, parenthesis, dash, or tilde… with a period.       (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 6th, 2005
11:14 pm	I'm at that point again... Great show the other night, thanks guys for making it a fun time! Thanks also Robert for your hospitality. I fear it may always or for a very long time be a difficult feeling for me when examining my "love life" or future plans. I'm me, enough said. I will not pay for money for name-brand clothes to try to impress someone, that is just stupid. That is not me and I'm not going to pretend it is. I feel that I am an individual and that is fine with me, I will not change that. I just hate this feeling of uneasiness that comes with everyday life and not knowing what is honestly going on all the time. It all involves thinking and that's what tends to get me. Why can't it just make sense? Current Mood: distressed (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
11:10 pm	In search of the perfect imperfect La la la la searching buzz buzz bees chainsaw blades of metal sharp and tear out the hair of this novel's novel heading. Bemused, confused, and slightly confused boardering on reclusive state--sedate and once again running late. Quite to berate on account of expiration date as it exfoliates the pace winds down. Foliage and fossils apostle found sticking half out the ground the answer searched for square found round. It's wrong, the feeling's gone as the concrete drys and the redness appears in my eyes. They dry and attempt to fly upon the seamless matter but does it matter as the fox runs rampant in the chimney smoke? Talk talk that's all you say but who spoke and who knows the answer those who glance are part of the cancer it's another conveyor belt-strapped world. Silence is golden while holding this glass and I struggle under the cumbersome pane as I see through it and attempt to magnify my state. There they are again--the guys with the guise and the eyes that penetrate the outer shell as I watch the skies while disguised I find comfort in asphixiation. Here's the frustration the nation boundless and bold pin-up decision maker and so many takers and the glass has shattered and shards litter the ground where he can be found with a knapsack and a cornea but no self-exultion and no bitter taste left in their visage. Gold is not gold and glass is and silence does not shine with the morning sun. Exhalutionation, inhaletration...poor construction due to loss of concentration, lack of education; Confrontation duck and cover tuck and roll around in blubber. Conversation conversate sate the minds as syllables roll off the plate of shining palatte. Reconstrue and fail to sell intrinsicle moment to climb right back into shell and cover la cabesa con the blankets and sheets. The goat bleets and the dream passes as you walk pass the masses wearing only your birthday and pride suit through what would be awkward glances if appearances truly mattered and ambition is your floor mat you curious little penguin. What once was echoes in the pages that no one will read while animals speak and teach you to be good and say please thank you and good day while sanity escapes out the doorway. You look in the keyhole and see what you saw the saw that you saw before Jesus was God and no big words were used and no others remembered faith taketh vehicle distraught and dismembered. Rhyme awkward syllables and ring more derigibles and forget what it all means. -Pray to Tod- By now we are but pile of tinder and dust in the wind. Current Mood: Between something and nothing Current Music: Head To Christ-Johnathan from Korn meets Jesus (Comment on this)