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...you will imagine an obese Chinese dyke, naked, with short white hair and a moustache... sitting backwards on a toilet, straddling the tank, her powerful alabaster hams pulsing over the bowl like a honeybee's abdomen... she turns and presents you with a pomander ball, its scent mingling with something like the odor of a days-old sunburn...
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...you are the owner of a small shipbuilding concern in Hamburg, Germany at the turn of the 19th century... the crucial blueprints have arrived from your feeble-minded brother-in-law, whom you have given a job out of pity... the poor soul has sent you useless blueprints, made of cheese... muenster cheese...
What do these sense-images mean? What do you want them to mean?
Date Written: January 04, 2005Comments:
Average Vote: 3.4444
01/12/2005 The Rid: I dunno. This short seems rather profound.
01/12/2005 cuntry (4): choose your own adventure gone wrong. or two scenes from some bizarre quest... reminds me of someething i can't put my finger on.
01/12/2005 Ewan Snow (3): Couple of decent images floating around...
01/12/2005 anonymous: sense-images
01/12/2005 Dick Vomit: Short hair like a buzz cut or some smart little cropped number?
01/12/2005 anonymous: Cropped and subtly mulleted, with some spikage on top.
01/12/2005 Dick Vomit: Makes a difference, you know. I appreciate the subtleties in lesbians the way Slocum does those in wines.
01/12/2005 Diltron the Lap Flounder: Yo, me get some author status? QC? Authors? WASSUP
01/12/2005 scoop: Hey how's it hanging Diltron the Lap Flounder? Defying the ravages of gravity I hope!
01/12/2005 TheBuyer: what happened to the first line 'her poo is also white'?
01/12/2005 anonymous: Despite its sentencish construction, that was intended as a title, not a first line, TheBuyer.
01/12/2005 Litcube: [abstain]
01/12/2005 Diltron the Lap Flounder: ROBOT VOICE: SCOOP IS MY NIGGER.
01/12/2005 Diltron the Lap Flounder: ROBOT VOICE: THAT MEANS HE IS MY HOMEBOY, NOT HE IS MY BITCH. THIS IS A CLARIFICATION. DILTRON THE LAP FLOUNDER OUT.
01/12/2005 Mr. Pony: Allah?
01/12/2005 Streifenbeuteldachs: I think I really liked this one, but I'm not sure I understood it. Maybe I should have a couple beers and re-read it.
01/12/2005 Litcube: What kind of beer, Streifen?
01/12/2005 Mr. Pony: Hey, this is sort of growing on me.
01/12/2005 Mr. Pony (4):
01/12/2005 Jon Matza (3): Seems like an unsuccessful experiment to me. 2.67. I commend you for the niblet use of "concern", though.
01/12/2005 Ewan Snow: This is one of those pushy shorts that tells me what to imagine. Usually it's just something like "Picture a big turd falling from the sky" or whatever, but this one has the more forceful "you will imagine". I sort of like pushy writing like that, though. Very assertive.
01/12/2005 scoop: This is a great freaking title.
01/12/2005 TheBuyer: I don't follow the formatting, is it a mirror image [toolbar on the bottom of the first half, on top of the second half] and does the last line go for both parts or just the second? also, i want to take a look at those horny sounding blueprints.
01/12/2005 anonymous: matza: sense-experiment. yes, let it derange your wits... disorder your faculties... I PRAY TO GOD IT TORTURES YOU TO MADNESS!!
01/12/2005 Ewan Snow: My understanding, TheBuyer, is that these are fragments only loosly associated with each other, if at all. What do these fragments mean? What do you want them to mean. The toolbar things is, I think, just a joke (sense-image).
01/12/2005 Stomach Foot: Stomach Foot here. This short is like the Velvet Underground, noteworthy less for its own merits than for what it will end up influencing.
01/12/2005 anonymous: I think the author should go back on the methadone program.
01/12/2005 Ewan Snow: Stomach Foot here. Scratch that. This short is more like The Monkeys, noteworthy less for its own merit than for being on TV (or the front page of Acme Shorts in this case).
01/12/2005 Jon Matza: Wha... um... hypocycloid... vertigo... disorientation... a roulette... shipping concerns... where's Phineas?... mitochondria... ARRGH!...make the words stop!! MAKE THEM STOP!!!...ugggh...I'M SORRY FATHER!!!!!!!
01/12/2005 The Rid (4):
01/12/2005 TheBuyer (3): alright then. threeish.
01/12/2005 anonymous: thebuyer's vote seems to have accrued extra helpings of gravitas in the last few hours. can't figure out why...
01/12/2005 Phony Millions (3): Reminds me a little of Burroughs' "Cities of the Red Night". Solid three.
01/12/2005 Streifenbeuteldachs (4): Grolsch.
01/13/2005 John Slocum (3): thanks author, but I get enough sense-memories at work.