Rot

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by 13PJ13

i like your stuff, Radar. truly. it's wild. and it's within the boundaries of my attention span!

Most gracious of you
I, too, have a short attention span and try to write pearl jam is good I can't wait to rock out to stone--Ha! Rock and stone! Stone rocks! Get it?! A stone is like a rock and he rocks like, well, a rock! My Oreos are possessed.

Sharon_Hearts_PJ

lol!!

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

"The Recipe of Rage"

















Fuck you.

coleen

Radar - i received your book of poetry yesterday and read it cover to cover. i don't think my fragile mind will ever be the same. i found myself reading several of them over and over. thank you so much - you have a gift - truly you do.

do you plan on putting out another collection of poetry?

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by coleen
Radar - i received your book of poetry yesterday and read it cover to cover. i don't think my fragile mind will ever be the same. i found myself reading several of them over and over. thank you so much - you have a gift - truly you do.

do you plan on putting out another collection of poetry?

I'm glad the postal service is as reliable as Fed Ex.

Thank you times 100. When I showed the book to my family, they were like, "Oh, that's nice, dear." They were excited that I wrote it, but didn't seem to understand it. Which is fine. I don't understand mechanical engineering like my dad does. I'm grateful that someone can pluck out some meaning for themselves. It means a great deal to me.

I am working leisurely on the next one. Preliminary reports are that it appears darker, longer, and more esoteric. It took Rot six years from conception to publication. So, expect the sequel in another six years

I even sent a copy to Mr. Vedder himself. Can't remember what address I used, but I did extensive internet research and found one. Could've went to some PR guy, could've went to some poor chap who shares Eddie's name, could've went to mail limbo. Haven't received a Thank You note from Mr. Vedder, though. I was secretly hoping "Homeless Love" would be Ed's next ukulele piece

coleen

i hope that you will let us know when to expect the follow-up. i'll be one of the first in line to PURCHASE it

i can see myself reading your collection often and finding something new everytime. many of the poems went over, under, around and through my head - which was really quite lovely and strange but in a great way. i'm ashamed to admit though that i'm probably the only dolt that got 2 pages into the "scab" series before i realized i wasn't reading it in the proper order. so on maybe one or two ocassions i felt like maybe i wasn't quite tall enough to ride the ride so to speak. thats the best part of great art though, it stretches you beyond the limits you create for yourself and i am grateful to you for that.

btw - "homeless love" happens to be one of my favorites and i agree that it would make a fine uke song in Mr Vedder's repitoire (sp?).

sultryevening

radar!!
any chance of sending me a copy?

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by sultryevening
radar!!
any chance of sending me a copy?

Only if you give me your half-eaten soul.

I see you're an Englander, so you'll have to send me a kidney pie in trade. Have you ever had a kidney pie? It sounds vile.

PM me with your address and such

sultryevening

im afraid my soul is already sold off
to these guys

http://www.wewantyoursoul.com

but your welcome to the empty space thats left
i was thinking of short term renting it out to a family of travelling gazelles but you ll have to do i suppose!

kidney pie
yes i have
dont ask again
the therapy may start to wear off..............................

setaside2

Master Radar, I too would like a copy of your book.

That is if you don't MIND of course.

I'll PM you here shortly.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

"Sticks"

Jeremy is fat. Pig torsos for arms and legs. Jeremy has red hair as if a red mirror were smashed on his head. Strands like rubber bands. Jeremy has tiny tawny freckles where his face should be and a mole in the crease of his upper lip. It tickles his nose whenver he smiles. Jeremy has tried to cut it off with his mother's sewing scissors, but the scissors were too big. Jeremy is in the fifth grade. Fourth graders trip him in the hall. Fifth graders call him ugly, fat, fag, retard, pig, puss, wuss, pussy, wussy, spitface, shitface, dumb butt, bomb butt, lice boy, mole boy, diaper boy, dirt, dirty, one-shirt wonder, fat load, wide load, fat toad, baby, cry baby, ugly baby, fat baby, fag baby, retard baby, pig baby. Sixth graders punch him in the chest. Jeremy was called to the chalkboard. Whispers and giggles followed.

788+123=

Jeremy wrote 911 and sat down. The teacher called another student to the chalkboard.

788+123=

The student didn't know the answer and had to stay after school. After school, the class caught Jeremy and tore apart his books and clothes, poured honey onto his head, and sent him home naked and shaking. The next day, Jeremy was called to the chalk board. Whispers and giggles followed.

12-13=

Jeremy wrote -1, then pulled his mother's sewing scissors from his sock, and stabbed the teacher deep in the throat. The whispers and giggles stopped.

setaside2

Radar... is that really YOU in that piece of prose?

ANYwho. Have you ever read the Novella by Stephen King called RAGE?

I think you might enjoy it. I certainly do, and often as I read it about 4 times a year.

Let me know. And dude, that was concentrated angst right there.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by setaside2
Radar... is that really YOU in that piece of prose?

ANYwho. Have you ever read the Novella by Stephen King called RAGE?

I think you might enjoy it. I certainly do, and often as I read it about 4 times a year.

Let me know. And dude, that was concentrated angst right there.

Nope. Not I. Just a twisted, fractured Dali-vision, perverted self image type thing. Whenever I feel a character needs a name, I just give 'em mine.

I have heard of "Rage". Haven't read it . . . if I did it was a long time ago in a galaxy far far away. I'll look it up, though.

BhagavadGita

NOTHING without you - Nusrat Fateh Ali Kahn

listen to it as WE speak!


yayayayayayyyyy


do you like the little rascels rascles thos kids,

spanky always said and i love and never knew why until now-

oh it's saturday
oh it's saturday
ha na nanee and a

HA CHA CHA!!

i also like listening to it on my media player that looks like the blue germ just one tooth and a right eye that is anything from far eeeeevvvvvvveeeeeeeiiiiiilllllll.

BhagavadGita

Mindmapping is the technique I have developed as a way or means of portraying the bizarre. It is fantastic to tap into these planets that coexist in the mind. In order to gain access to these realities I truly believe any fear of self expression has to be erased. A surrealist is a person with a pathological gift that is so divergent that it appears as an experience based phenomenon.


are you really legally blind?

my mother almost lost her sight last year

i healed her though

even though she didn't want me too

are you 16

BhagavadGita

ill go

i thought they were good questions anyway

































































































































































yes, change your mind, change your mind

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

BhagavadGita -

The little rascals fit nicely between my ribs.
I'm not 16, never was.
I'm not blind but my penis might make me.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

"The Spider and the Slug"

I'm taking a bath
when the tub turns
into a giant saber-nippled slug with a giant banana bandana
and it's waxed with pus
and mayonnaise (the
pus I don't mind so much, but mayonnaise is so fattening and

the doctor told me to lose 14 pounds cuz I was getting bigger
than the guards who
were having a tough time
beating me, and I want to please the doctor since he has a wart
on his nipple, so I went
ahead and cut off my
dick and had the doctor weigh me again, but somehow I gained

19 pounds, but then the doctor told me to put down the chainsaw,
and then I found that
I only had to lose 8
pounds, so I went to take a hot sweat bath when the tub turns
into a giant ninja spider
with an afro and nipples
for eyes, and I feel special because now the slug and the spider
have to duel for my honor

BhagavadGita

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
BhagavadGita -

The little rascals fit nicely between my ribs.
I'm not 16, never was.
I'm not blind but my penis might make me.

no,nonononono. no.

he won't make you blind, how can he?
Baba, your stick in the woods have awaken me and will awaken all those i love because i told them it would come true, and now it has. we just have to spead the word.

YOU - who?
Baba

ME - AND you....

make BabaGita !

i like that alot.
do it again and again.
do it baby one more time OH, YEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

falling down,

getting UP. ~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

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shhh.

what about a boy?

what would you name him?

BhagavadGita

Originally posted by Radar(Baba)O'Riley
Great. I have my first stalker

I'm pleased that you're pleased. Truly. My cheeks are exploding from blushes. It is foolish, however, to think that I don't have to TRY. It all depends on the amount of LSD and Cheetos, actually. But not cheesy poofs. Never cheesy poofs! Oh, those things make me angry! I hate 'em! I hate 'em! I hate 'em! Those soulless fiends!

Worry not.

i alone will remove your cheesyness with my pointed tongue and you will LOVE IT.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAA

take that dorothy

shit. where are my red shoes.

too bad wes c. attle doesn't have twisters like home, huh?
i have to go soon, but i dont wanna
i dont even remember where i work today

sigh a sign
sign a sigh

off to shower NOW little missy