The Feign of Cataraski

Cataraski was a mighty old bloke
with mighty old hands

A often times he moved them to bossoms
making females push him to mud
Yet Mr Cataraski was just acting out
For you see the other monkeys
Oh the other monkeys
They were not to true
They feigned being lovely
Bringing sweets and hard whiskey
Until they realized his need to be clean

Oh Mr Cataraski if only they knew
the symptoms in mud make you flictoo

You haven't heard of fictoo?
How crazy of your bazoo

For you see dearest maiden or are you a gent?
There is no popsicle that can cure Cataraski's lopicle

There is no bar of chocolate to stop his zhocoloate
For you see dearest gentmaiden he is but a babboon

It reminds him too much of the twosies the other babboons toss at his face
He spends his days cleaning it away

So every time the other monkeys pick on him by throwing him into mud
So now every time they make him brown he throws wet wipes at their hair and when
they try to take them off
they clean themselves

Now to you this may not sound like much revenge
But it was all Cataraski needed to dance in life

Detente Dragon Rave

The dragons raved to http://www.omnimusic.com/music_search/cd.php?c=czoyOiIxNSI7&lib=7 (play this)



Underground they begin
Sputtering sparks
Roaring breaths
The fire from bark 
                        


Begging for meth
Lifting to the air
clashing to the floor
Jumping and thrusting
Filling the room with majestic pee


Hypnotic veins merging to beats


Shivering


Craving


Releasing
         
             
                        Hitting drums with fluffed up sticks




                 Paint flying up into streams




Wild WIld Abandon making their screams
Lights jumping their craves
Drugs tossing through pointed teeth
Foam spilling hot to the floor
Eyes electrified  
         flashing spectrum
Motors lighting the streets
                Inwardly sucked away to the beat
Necks swirling
  Blue furred glistening


Black scales touching




Ecstasy feeling up mighty wings
Filling veins with pleasured
pressure

Existing in a Hammer

 I'm losing myself in this place of practicality where things don't bend at being licked and hairs don't freeze upon a glance

where there is no mercy but in a hammer

and no lies but in lips

all residing

stand and make your appeal

we hear no flimsy whimsy tales

of how our existence is a skin juicing fever

we hear your words in just this world

we judge upon not what you thought but the action your body enacted

your body shows us your mind

lock lock key key

the fancy can only reside in your head

so let's lock the body away

Video to Dragonfly Spit Mates

Soooooo I decided it should be outside
You can even pretend their dragonflies

Peacock Zugzwang

Each feather curls up
Stretching from its core
Erect with eyes glaring
They rustle at the red
At seven they release
Beaks lift at tiny wings
The children do inward jumping jacks
Then spread them still on the peacocks bodice
Laughing bubbles 
Cooing as cats
At flight they fall and all squish color

Bloody Empty Twirling Veins

We all squelch out and raise out blooded wings

we tell our tale of four misdeeds

we once held true our love for fight: blood, revenge, malice

Then we fell into hands
hands that could wring the world with us

these hands were fierce
they could hold booming forces and intricate designs
they made for us the hatred
seethed into fate

with gauche we made the first strike
and with practice they bled in our hands

The grass went plashy with innards leaking out
blype like confetti against the ground

with alacrity we continue, thirsty for the feed
the tightening of veins in fear
only to release those of our foes

The smell of them rotting makes us sick
but we stand there
we breathe it in until the air goes balmy

Second we lick it up

Third we dance with the empty veins

Fourth we tell you

Chipcunk Blood Babies

There are chipmunks scurrying about the bushes, getting leaves all in their teeth

They blow bubbles in each others hairs
Frivolous mongrels they be

Bubbles fly into people's mouths and they spit them back on the chippers

Ze chipmunks groggle and fly on all their faces
The war has begun of chipcunks and humans

They chip and slash and twirl us around
Our blood mats their fur, making it stick

and the flying makes them bleed on our faces
making them stick to our faskin

All beings eyes merge in fright

Their bleeding merging with ours

Thus making the combination of human and chipmunk blood babies that take over the world
The Chipcunkuman

Unicorn Excreting Rainbow Bazoo

There were unicorns excreting tea rainbows all over the clouds through their bazoo

These clouds became slippery and tried to shake them off

This crotchky they were people all under the clouds, dancing and eating and carrying briefcases about

This crotchky they all felt on their fresh little faces,

The feeling of water with color like herbs

This was also the crotchky a news piece was flittering

TEA MAKES YOU GLEE SO DRINK UP CHAPS!

Tongues came out and whipped about, wanting to taste this dark spew

So this crotchky was the crotchky of unicorn tea making the people so glee that they never even knew the liquid came from the unicorn bazoo and that rainbows were hiding in fear

Dragonfly Spitmates

There were these dragonflies that flew about under trees and beneath a sun that brightly lit the forest's splendor. These light rays reflected off their wings and the rays started turning to strings. The dragonflies were caught in these strings and when they attempted to struggle free their wings broke off to sway in the breeze and they fell to the ground, turning the dragonflies to caterpillars.

On a dreary day where the rays weren't catching Jefflley was flying by with a mouth full of saliva and spit it on Stilhy. The strings dissolved.

So then many dragonflies of the community came by and spit on all of the strings, but only rarely would it work.

As time turned out Jeffley and Stilh were wound into love and seemed to be soulmates, as did all the others whose strings dissolved from spit.  Thus all of the single dragonfliese came by and spit upon the hanging dragonflies, searching for their mate.

Many of the dragonflies never were released from their strings but merely from their strings...maybe their mate was a caterpillar to find upon falling 

So that's why dragonflies spit. To find their mates.