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The horrowshow Milkbar
also known now as the best mesto
for my droogs and me,
where, “What’s it going to be then, eh”
is the question repeated
by malchicks and devotchkas …
any random nochy with a thirst
for twenty-to-one, or any other
way to filly out the bezoomny
we feel trapped in the old mozg.
Bog himself knows the starry lewdies
try everything they can to escape
their grazzy cheepooka. They
have different ways of lying
about the jeezny, my brother.
But if you viddy their glazzies
after a few rounds of their
favorite poisons, behind their guffs
and ha ha ha creeches
you’ll hear from their poogly rot
what sounds like a hound and horny
excuse for why they wake up every
morning to ookadeet their domy and drat
for the measly hem-korm in their pockets …
why they rabbit until their plots
fall apart and are left with nothing
but to itty or take in
the last unending spatchka.
It’s why we’re showing mercy, my brother,
and a beautiful thing, kleb and krovvy,
when we take these broken vecks
out back to bend ’em at their altar
in the darkness of the alley
and smash them in the litso —
make a mark in the rassoodock,
so it plays like a shoomny sneety,
like a scene we’d see at the sinny.
It’s the only way to prod a bratty.
* Inspired by a student who invited me to read and discuss A Clockwork Orange with him.
On one of the days
of that week of creation
(the sources aren’t sure
if it was the 3rd or the 6th)
the angels were told
to bow down before Adam
for man was God’s favorite
invention; made as he was
in his own image
from the mist and the mud …
how could this tiny
material thing, be greater
than those who’d known only
And this is when
the angels conspired to whisper
forever into the ears of men,
lies about the nature of nature
and the terrible predicament
that we are all in.
Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2018. All rights
Ten years ago this month, I started posting here at WordPress. It was (and still is) just a way to share some of my “creative” work with the world. It has been an inconsistent, nonsensical, non-sequitur of a blog, but I am glad that I started it. Most of the things I find interesting or entertaining, still end up just as ideas in one of my many notebooks. I am not a working artist or writer, but more of a scribbler, a doodler who occasionally stumbles across something interesting that might be worth sharing.
Most of it isn’t good enough to share, of course. It’s just me entertaining myself.
But I didn’t want the TENTH ANNIVERSARY of this blog to go without any posts, so I turned to my notebooks to see if there was anything worth sharing. I’ll let you decide if there was anything interesting. What I found was:
Happy suns, angels and mystics?
A sketch of “Slenderman”
I made for my oldest son, when he was into that sort of thing
“Voynich manuscript sketches”
Drawings inspired by the supposedly mysterious and undeciphered book. My intention was to color them in, but I got bored with the idea and moved on.
AND Drawings made just messing with a fountain pen.
“madre y muerte”
“terror from the sky”
I love having a creative outlet that is also a kind of electronic repository for my thoughts and ideas. Long after I am gone (if net non-neutrality doesn’t wipe me out) this blog will exist as advertised: “the journal of a man living outside the demographic sweet spot”.
Thank you to anyone and everyone who has ever stopped by, accidentally or otherwise. I never imagined I would still be posting ten years from when I started. But I am glad that I started.
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