Tuesday, November 28, 2006

LIGHTBULB MAN: REDUX! (It's true, I pronounced the 'x' until I was about 74 years old, or so. Sometimes I do even now, when I am feeling nostalgic.)

a double click is all you need to make this your own. then drag it off like the spoils of troy for your own pleasure

all artwork, except likenesses of Lyndon B. Johnson, by Crispy Flotilla ® 2006


I fell in love with marmalade when I was six years old and in that way I am very much the same person that I was when I was six years old.

I should mention that I have never eaten marmalade, but I have certainly looked at it for many years.

I like the strands and swirls and the fact that it looks like an ocean in a dream where you are wearing orange sunglasses on the ocean and the sails are full with air. Orange air.

Unless there is another kind of marmalade: lemon, maybe. Were I to eat either, I would no longer be the boy I was at six; I would suddenly become 48 years old and my clothes would be ripped because it was all so sudden.

I would be brushing my teeth carefully and trying to decide whether or not I liked marmalade. I don’t think I do. Ah, “Under The Lemon Sun We Be"–thus spake the

completely Dead Sea. Are you experienced? Jimi Hendrix once asked. I hope so, I would say, were I to say it, to Jimi.

Sailing across the ocean, I fall into a deep slumber that makes me forget that I still haven’t eaten marmalade and thus my love for you remains eternal.

No, you are not marmalade, but I have loved you since I was six. If I put you in my mouth, I would no longer be six, and everything would be the deliciously familiar orange and yellow.

I would no longer be six if I were to do what I were to say.

all artwork, except likenesses of Lyndon B. Johnson, by Crispy Flotilla ® 2006

Monday, November 27, 2006


I hardly ever go to bakeries. it’s just one of those things that you forget about even though you love it. How can that be? I don’t know. For example: my best friend? I saw him two years ago. I read a very exciting TALES TO ASTONISH starring FIN FANG FOOM--35 years ago. I have it around here somewhere. I say this because I haven’t done either since then, I have another best friend, too. We ate strawberries at the Plaza Hotel in, I think, 1976. As for the bakery, you can always tell when a woman is European. It’s in the way they tie a scarf around their neck. No matter how hard an American tries to do it, they can’t. And when you see a European with her scarf tied just right, I mean, euro-right, then you can’t help but wonder why you haven’t gone to a bakery in such a long time. I mean because I think she owns this bakery. This Scarf Wearing European And There Is No Doubt About It Bakery Shop Owner Woman. I would like to order an Almond Crunch Curl pastry but not 'to go' no. I would like to stay and see what else has been going on lately.

all artwork, except likenesses of Lyndon B. Johnson, by Crispy Flotilla ® 2006


My horse, Simile, dreaming of fresh mown hay, standing up. I mean, she imagines that she is standing up in it, and dreaming.

My horse: doesn’t realize I know nothing of horses. I can’t communicate that well (to a horse.) you can probably guess why.

My horse: is too fast. I mean, too fast for me. I am scared that I am going to die, on my horse. well, falling off my horse specifically.

I admire those who are able to move a horse around with a little slap or a click of the tongue and they respond. Especially a woman who can do that. Especiallyif she is wearing Wrangler jeans. or if she is taking Wrangler jeans off and saying it’s about time you and I had sex to me and the horse is safely put away in one of those stalls for horses.

Alas, I am sitting nearby eating an apple not wanting to die from a kick to the head from a horse. Or perhaps, better yet, I am not.

Thursday, November 23, 2006


...he fell to the earth and made a vow that before dying he would do something important before he died...

all artwork, except likenesses of Lyndon B. Johnson, by Crispy Flotilla ® 2006

Sunday, November 12, 2006


all artwork, except likenesses of Lyndon B. Johnson, by Crispy Flotilla ® 2006. ps: this is not Lyndon B. Johnson. it is Lightbulb Man.
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