kent paulette derfla art@derfla.tv
who can retangleman
a whore’s revolution 1/03/05
a man from mars
strange relation
score for the Colombia
scoot over cowgirl
the day the big boys came into town
a bandwagon made for marbles
if a beat is made of square eggs
allowance on dreary days
who can
who can’t
a double vibration, so the same
short and all over the place wild man
a dandy is irrational
a forest is no longer burning
it is alive
collect your thoughts young child
there is no room for isosceles
tractor grip force fed (forceful)
who ever talked oval?
born to be on top of things
so says the mirror and the saucy (hot sauce)
for there is no kingdom
lucid
stretch marks man kind
I couldn’t sleep last night
who can retangleman
the bird Caucasian shame
boaconstrict
flip of the wrist
time turns on
a one lane bridge
and girls on the side
for behind the earth is symmetrical
codeine overdose
spit and whisper
cotton is only afraid at night
scratch of a Christian
the jade missed the spade
a sky baby blues
trip fiction
(die on your boat trip)
lettuce, tomato, veggie cruel
pit pat, pit pat
lord of the mountain
this is a call to civilization
shepherd is
shepherd
take a long walk
down a dirty road
sing for me like a bat out of hell
a bike for fishing on
snowblow
if and where
when can we go
a proven delight
bet you’ll wheel on it (bet your will on it)
for old lovers do
and so do you my dear
nothing here resembles
a world I once knew
somebody break my neck
a pity for salvation (penny)
label me
or don’t label me
I am a starsailor
the flesh is innumerable agent
and intermingling of processes
snow fish in june
a mass horoscope
say it ain’t so davie
a shark attach
dragon beneath the dust
who is, I can’t see
manufacture jobless economy
realistic paddle strength
a border town nightmare
so is the call girl
to your left is mayhem
and to your right is god knows where
a noble tradition
of nonsense
kite flys upon request
vain water
light a skull
fill the mission
bounce a wave
cut the throat of your enemy
dream for a noodle in distress
likewise, we all suffer
support the troops
kill their mothers
fly as if you’re made out of sandpaper
who spoke on my frequency (station)
behave oh mighty tortoise
behind you is a monkey
if anyone can dissect that
them give me a call on my cell
art kite fizzle
fresh for the taking
at the right time
there will come a girl
and she will please you
a spectacle
who shamed on the park (bench)
storm case of blues
a truly one dimensional story
for anyone who’s ever tried as they might
but just couldn’t steal the refrigerator (fridge)
I’ll take that into consideration as we walk
can fruit taste anymore like motor oil
for anyone who knows anything about brake pads
by the bed is a dead maid
before you go off casting that girl around
at least have the decency to release her spirit
recipe, light weight, gimme some booze
before there’s ever strawberries
there were grapes
count me in on this game of intermission
1 frog, 2 frog, 3 frog, scrooge?
don’t give me data without (the) raspberry sauce
libble grits, crik off
moose don’t belong in no zoo
nobody even knows how to breathe that s**t
a scar on your face doesn’t represent anything but nuisance
forgive my daughter
she knows no manners
your feet taste like sewage
how can we ever get past this
rocks can not sustain the pressure
I actually learned how when I was younger
how can anything feel so frosty
I rented that tux
don’t you f**k with me
of course there’s bait in the fridge
hasn’t anyone taught you how to cry
but who believes them anyways
that mountain over there just moved
a good half an inch
society once asked me a question
and here is the answer
there is only one triangle in heaven
don’t lobsterf**k the barstool
no one can ever recover from something like that
loads of girls eat that at least once a week
fisherprice has toys
research and don’t let her go
try to visualize what makes you tired
fried chicken just isn’t the same when you make it
try to express your rage
hand over your winnings
there’s no rape shield
inconvenience lamb’s feet
flavor of the month
true believer
open for dinner
happy you’re alone
never have I drifted
go search where the critical remains
as a baseline we should shoot the gimp
whose bed didn’t you wake up in?
I crawled here myself
is there any kind of trouble with your calculator
no I just had it fixed two weeks ago
can you trust the mailman?
a large mammal in a blue dress?
friction among thieves
who’d have guessed
rain isn’t supposed to puncture
is your skin still braided funky like that
I call a halt to all action
(I’ll meet you at) mcnugget point (meet me at)
eye tango, generous mouth
library at the catacombs
the gerbil ate my fruit salad
baywatch happens only once a year
use that pen to write your name
the library at Babylon had no books
holy f**k
who took my underwear
and here I am
dancing like a gigolo
cover yourself if you have any shame
space for shipping purposes
unless you’re solid, don’t go to this site (???)
strike a match
it’s time to rise up
comb your hair like you did back in the day
at least two full handfuls
no less, or you’ll be going to grandmother’s this christmas
if ever we listened to only one soul at a time
thinking is for tombstones
a silent xylophone
who spread ketchup lawn (in aid)
sky only
trap your fist
dry like a nazi
skinny old weekend
float like a kangaroo
actually absolutely
the man over there will help you
scar, sing, light me on fire
a wrestling match full of jello
fresh hate (hatred)
lime disease only catches ferrets
so he said to me on my birthday party
(the absolutely pathetic adherence to grammar [language])
no one can
can what
I met
met who
so can the man who runs the pizza parlor
by the hooker is your passport
normal penetration doesn’t work
loan me a quarter
if anyone knew how to do that, there wouldn’t be sidewalk
who spoke that strange
Alison
graveyard
who mistook you for a goblin
I liken that to getting f**ked
(respect based on Christmas [???])
fate for a gown
label proof, sell me that bar fly (be)
a fresh catch does no one any good
a phrase or a meteor shower
I can’t tell the difference
hold the door open for all those girls?
man you must be mad
our fishing trip was cancelled due to the weather
there’s no more fish
we excluded the variety
I myself only ate lemons
get outta here
come back in,
you’re a man
friend of society
circles train the eye for good luck
guide dogs have no sense of direction (censored)
I once met a pony who could read a map
high up on the mountain
lies renegade forces
faster if you can
lift up the handle
praise allah
ain’t no river wide enough
“I am the terrorist”
“T E RR OR ist”
“the terrorist”
(a drawing of doodle)
solid steel 06-08-01 – Andrew Coleman
SS 06-25-01 - Riton