Ellipsis Non-Gratis

Ellipsis Non-Gratis

from every pour of the jug of my pseudo pseudo soul comes extra sensory absurdism

non-gratisia jog lamb is fright slow bow being ex trap elated from the

(if you ever want to read reams of my absurdist writings reply to me and

tell me that you would like to read reams of my absurdist writings) people

you york is the new new york catchphrase for the unsatiable admitters that

a hypothetical bird never flew on one something or other

i have been dubbed the future of european pop by a toilet cleaner in grimsby

in the midst of scrubbing to stay in the pub lick fervour favour

bear beauty contests have clandestined my soul into a spare tyre wish-list

withstanding the pressurised carbon copies under terrys beard

of yankee doodle kraut wherein i am in consolable regions round about this whole credit crunch debacle

surrounding euphemisms of torpor in the penultimate schism of my malnutrioned dreams

whey did you remove the newspaper which i had carefully positioned at the foot of the boil

extra terrestrial towel supergrass fantasmagorica for weekends in dromoland castle

which diplocate that my idea of heave N is to sit on a tablechair in a nun furnished room

staring into the brittle distance between neither here nor there like a dufus

entrenched in the we are all so so delighted with our cocks brigade

why are so many people dead or in tumultuous fragrances absorbed

in grate E eating themselves to the higher power that is the windmill mile

by way of supporting the freneticism gouged into the eyeballs of a rare species of mountain goat darning needle

The Seduction Of Rameses

The Seduction Of Rameses

the mealing is fruit jewel for taffeta swashbuckling hordes

we should be bread because gambling is for gamblers

on nocturnal hatchets we precariously lodged

for the tweaking of medusa for the tweaking of medusa

hen fat people run-other people into the ground breaking sounds of deer hooves

realise using the word fat is not disrespectful but rather correct english

enjoyment of the unpredictability of who won the might meet in bars that have

the perfect blend of cruisiness and friendliness and boxers and wellies

keeping unmentionable architecture under unerring raps she deigned to flea

timber i shivered to a psychedelia tony-mono standstill was brown

second to phew that was close to the marzipan moped gliding

throughout the womens soccer team spirits smouldering eyelids shouldering

im not looking to be a sugar daddy i can

how and ever provide the security of a beautiful home

for a guy who is not as financially secure as I am

in the servile mastication of a foppish grinning sole in the servile mastication of THE foppish grinning sole

when the teacher asked the students who theyd most like to sneeze between

she never expected caleb to say dorothy parker and franz beckenbauer

said the showband to the hammer snower while blowing his rose

petals in a crablike fashion across the broom handles bristles

Querelle

Franco Nero in The Salamander

Oh Co Yo Know

Once in Japan, Ono became lonely and depressed; not only was her marriage effectively over, but she received more negative reviews for her performances in conjunction with John Cage. After an overdose of pills, she was committed to a mental institution and kept under extremely heavy sedation. Fortunately, she was rescued by Anthony Cox, a jazz musician, film producer, and friend ofLaMonte Young's who had traveled to Japan hoping to study calligraphy with her. Cox threatened to publicize the callous treatment Ono had received at the institution (her sedative dosage was abnormally high), and secured her release; the two became romantically involved, and when Ono became pregnant, she made her divorce from Ichiyanagi official and married Cox. Their daughter Kyoko was born in 1963, but Cox's sometime volatility put a strain on the relationship, and they separated in 1964. Cox returned to New York, and Ono followed a few months later, after which the couple reconciled.

http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=11:j9fixq85ldse~T1

Jack Kerouac shooting pool (so sexy)

Charles Bukowski being driven around Hollywood

Hero - Charles Bukowsi

“It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.” -Charles Bukowski

'There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.” -Charles Bukowski

“To do a dull thing with style-now THAT'S what I call art.” -Charles Bukowski

“Bad taste creates many more millionaires than good taste.” -Charles Bukowski

“There are worse things than being alone,” -Charles Bukowski

For more, see http://kerouacalley.com/bukowski.html

The Beat Generation

http://www.litkicks.com/Texts/ThisIsBeatGen.html

http://books.google.ie/books?id=4w1vQRkAVxYC&printsec=frontcover&dq=on+the+road#v=onepage&q=&f=false

Proof that Pitchfork.Com has its head up its own arse.

http://pitchfork.com/reviews/albums/13436-magical-mystery-tour/

6 Beatles albums get 10 out of 10.

Rubber Soul

Revolver

Sgt Peppers

Magical Mystery Tour

White Album

Abbey Road

"Its flipside, "Baby You're a Rich Man", is less successful, ...It's the one lesser moment on an otherwise massively rewarding compilation."

How a 10 out of 10 album can have a "lesser moment" is beyond me.

Then they go and pretend that their approach is that the music is the most important thing to consider when reviewing albums. Ha ha.

"...but whether it's an album, a collection of separate pieces, or whatnot matters little when the music itself is so incredible."

"But the backstory of The Beatles, while fascinating, is inessential to the album's appeal." (methinks it is the merely the backstory that elevates these review scores to 10 out of 10)

"And even Ringo Starr writes a decent song, a country & western number with weirdly thick and heavy production ("Don't Pass Me By"). " (a 10 out of 10 album has a merely decent song?!?)

"Here, (the White Album) they fail, and pretty often, too. But by allowing for that, they somehow achieve more. " but surely not a perfect 10 out of 10?

"The work in question is large and sprawling, overflowing with ideas but also with indulgences, and filled with a hugely variable array of material, some of which might sound great one day and silly the next."

They seem to get higher marks just because they are the Beatles.

How can any fuckin eejit reviewer give an album 10 out of ten when it features self-indulgences, a decent song, or a variable (quality) array of material that fails pretty often?