David Bowie’s Breakfast

November 15, 2008

Just before his second breakfast, David Bowie spread his toast with glitter and ate the following for breakfast, just before dinner:

party-rings

“Party Rings” (20,000 +)

partyrings

Princess Clara’s Breakfast

November 15, 2008

SPECIAL REPORT:

On the eve of November 15, 1983, Princess Clara had the following for breakfast:

wedding-soupthimble

One Thimble-full – Italian Wedding Soup

pecan

One Pecan Nut, Japanese Crabapples (Not Pictured)

sore_throat1

A Sore Throat.

Hello world!

November 11, 2008

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Miniature Tree of Envelopes

October 24, 2008

ah, i wish my saplings good luck -

my little tree of letters
next to my piss-pot
when it rains,

so it is fifty percent myself,
and the rest is
weather-water -

when an insect licks the back
of The Queen’s head,
on a stamp.

Tell my true love,
“I love you”;
a reader,
who unfolds the leaves
with less than
half a thumb.

peter and a paintbrush…

October 13, 2008

with the hare the buffalo and giraffe and remember we kissed at sunset.

the king.

flowers 09/08

16-bit helium timeclock doodle.

anteckningsbok from sweden (by peter and his brother).

(1902-1903)

October 8, 2008

all of which…the spirit suggests

FOUND POEMS AFTER READING THIS

I.

The Orchard is still white,
the President is seven.

It was absurd for a man
of his standing,
sitting down,

to be the subject of
such spite
behind green shutters.

Even George Douglas Brown
would gossip with Countesses,

before mixing a great cocktail

of his jealousy,
for the Provost.

II.

Anchored one end of
the great slaughter,

the Dinwiddie Colored Quartet
asked what precisely
a Dinwiddie was,

for they had never seen one.

III.

A doughy man from Saxony
avoids the sun
like Edison.

A grim mystic from Danzig,
sleeps the Empire
through his head.

He has an elaborate toothache,
and spits three times,
on his left.

They talk through an interpreter;
he says

his grandfather never existed.

IV.

Okay,
that’s quite enough of this nonsense.

But do read the article.

This is an old Surrealist game that might be as informative as surrealism can be:

SCOREBOARD
Rate the following:

(+20 = unreserved approval, 0 = utter indifference, -20 = total abomination)

Irrationality +14
Humour +20
Civilisation +17
Desire +19
Honesty +20
Religion +0
Madness -16
Logic -10
Happiness +20
Weakness-6

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the first part
of the national anthem
is:

“What a State we’re in!”

“O! Dear Land!
O! Dear!”

When the small prince
percieved

at his feet,
a sinking feeling,

because after all
he was in the kitchen…

the butt of all jokes,
he dare not enter the taverns,

he was,
at least,
everything but

only a prince.

II.
at which point,
a deer passed through his poem
with a look of disinterest

and an Adult Zebra Finch.

 

(oh, deer.)

Pic Source

The rumours that the small prince’s castle was spirited away by a blue-nosed gypsy in pink were exaggerated.

In fact, he wore that same pink cloak,

and chose certain paints that would discolour his nose,

and folded his castle,
as if it were cloth,
into egg shapes,

before running away with the gypsy…