This is the Compost HeAP. And you are about to delightfully inflict damage upon your brain so severe as to warrant any number of the following symptoms: bad breath, hunger pains, laughter, nausea, owning multiple copies of Frampton Comes Alive...the list would continue but due to the economy inspired budget cuts at our offices...you get the idea.
Yes. The HeAP is back and in all new blog format. No more notebook paper passed around. No more poorly written prattlings printed from a processor of words in the attic. No more salmon colored paper. No more contests and give-aways. You will get stuff in your face. Consider it word pie and not like those foamy cream pies you see so often splattered into unsuspecting participants of shenanigans. Nope. This is a dirty cream pie, you're probably going to find a hair in it and it may be your own, it may not belong to a person. Chances are it will be a metaphor since that is what i am currently force-feeding you, but if I may, it is done not only out of love but also due to the inconvenient truth that there is no spoon.
Neo-bolshivism?
Check.
Solipsism?
Check.
The kitchen sink?
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3 comments:
yay!
i love pie!
Society's got dishes
but no-one's been man enough to dirty um
The kitchen sink is empty.
FILL IT
What, no contests or give-aways? That's not what I signed up for. As a matter of fact, I am now considering canceling my subscription. Well, I fully expect to see some death matches. And if Pen15 is not writing for the Heap, I think I might just cry.
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