chicken de niro (roberts brother)

taking full advantage of the partial eclipse i fled the unfriendly asbestos skies just as the mermaids scales where tipped in favour of the unassuming.

wet denim cheese cake and the dugons- psalm 12

the bookies show no interest in my boomerang of cautiousness as the stiff breeze chuckles behind its low pressure system fortress as all bets are off but somewhere in the wet tarmac scented tunnels of oblivion a creature stirs in anticipation of becoming the captains apprentice,
the world shudders at the possibility,
the awakening of lignoid jr awaits.........

the elf of propinquity

twirling in the soupy sludge at the pit of the ceramic stage,
this tiny divine fellow was spared, as he spelled out my future with a perfect synchronized barrage of back flips not only bringing to my attention his whereabouts but providing an insight into the great cornflake revolution in sector 9

moonwalking on the gift wrapped clouds of never never

we cant dance with no strings attached, the poultry kites are somewhat forbidden, yet so elegant in there own frequency , so as i drink from the rolling pin of naan, i spare a thought for everyones favourite life size action figure as he moonwalks to the flipside....

where for out thou

well people its been awhile, life in the lab takes its toll but less subtle than a new bridges booth, it creeps up like an anoying neighbour and before you know it another year has passed and all you have to show for it is the grass clipping stains on your old boots, so its time to get lively once more leave the lab and explore.....

weimarener communist party leader

winding down windows and vigilant times.....

two species uniting for one cause, the blue stork and red squirrel rejoiced as there was no need for vigilence we had left the paranoid scare tactics back on the sandwich boards and we where now free the chicken wings where out and there was only one thing left to do......jog on the spot

havana nights or the barbie car of dreams

cruisin the streets of havana in this oversized pink convertible barbie car passengers more life like less plastic and happier than the original dolls of the past, i wont grow up but ill always be the captain

keepin busy

so whilst the captains been busy it would appear its not so for others but this is not a bad thing council workers the world over unite and force the world to realise too much work is unhealthy and defeats the purpose of existence, and with captain snooze at the head of this ashram of laziness there is hope that siestas will soon be the new black

a year in a life

time flys but i dont have time for flys, and before i knew it id been in guatemala for a year, just a short nap and then i was in a colorful dreamland with little folk surrounding me talking in strange tonuges, speaking of ancient civilisations with houses left to prove there tales, great lakes, volcanoes, jungles, amigos, the rooster, and a smaller than average lady who runs the supermarket shes not the only busy one though as i spend day n night searching for cobblestones that looks like my favourite celebrities.......

eye eye captain

mixed tapes for the future

the power of music should not be taken lightly, as a song can trigger memories long forgotten, brainwaves on the airwaves cant be ruled out and unlike the good old days of barry bistle and eon fm, cerebrum fm is now putting your thoughts out live, so dont stand near that microwave too long, come back when the popcorns ready for this is a serious matter, as if your thoughts are impure then the black thunders will track you down and rewire you to fit there mould. so make microwave jam for the robots of now as its the only way to survive in this musical age of difinitive madness.

yeehah in the valley of cobbles

so race day was upon us before the snow hit town which was great for the competition as a horse not unlike a bride does not welcome cold feet. this year was closer than ever so they had to let the camera decide as the naked eye was clothed in a marvelous tunic and slightly distracted by the newfound attention. many moons ago i through paint at my art teacher in an attempt to pass with flying colours back then i was missunderstood they missed the concept but today was my day..........1st place

coming to a store near you

you said youd never make it
but now the moon is blue
pigs are flying through the sky
and hell is frozen too.......

love spuds in your gravy

so the giraffes have shot through blue and are sick of an aviation free existence its alright for you dingos you do what you like without being judged by the small crowd of hopefulls who realy believe that deep down the candidates are all swimming in the lap pool of ingenious and ignore the fact that to be the next serious canditate in this game of bling and frozen goods one needs to understand that not everything admits to revolving, never mind the liquid sometmes the windscreen smiles.......

seek and you will find

my infra red lava goggles spotted it off in the distance and even the blind geese flapped their wings with joy for it was a time to rejoice and be merry for the fires of hell were unvieled to us in all their glory as mother natures cauldron boiled over but the broth was unspoilt so we danced.

serving the needy

many people they try to ask me, "can i get a gallo" so i tell them f@#k off im on holiday too you know, you're not the only one trying to get drunk here mister.
maybe i just take my job to seriously..........

"cyborg cloggs plays the spoons" debut album out soon...

you can take the boy outta franga.......

the sky is itchy for real this time

i found these men in the sink and now i miss my bike maybe its the weather or is it the fact that reflections share the same destiny as spokey dokeys?