Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Spart F & Zeph a Bit Tired

"Yes, Zeph."
"What does 'regret' mean?"
"Well, the funny thing about 'regret' is, it's better to regret something you have done then something you haven't done."
"I see. Spart?"
"Yes, Zeph."
"Do you think the owl of wisdom really flies at midnight?"
"Zeph, a wiser man than ourself once said, 'keeky mcflee bumbum mcfum--kaw!' You get me?"
"Spart, I'm glad I came to you."
"Don't mention it, Zeph, and if you see your mother would you tell her?"
"Ya betcha."

And so Spart F and Zeph felt better about the world and so decided to meet with Nerzval.

And indulge in a fine case of voyeurism.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Oh My Maypole

Spartacus F Zephyr was trying to wash away memories of Norton and a bottle of German cognac with a hefty heifer of trouble in the guise of a stewed brain and a profusely sweating old man with lilting dugs next to him in a sauna when he remembered what is was that had been missing.


Saturday, February 25, 2006

The Untimely Death Of Bullfrog Tomothy

Cronk, I believe,
massa', said something.

Glory in her brow.

Glory in the sunlight,
gone day,
by forth and leaving

Friday, February 17, 2006


Alright, nier, so this nieier goes rolling by and nothing is priceless if you have the money to buy a salve. How dare a man. Hiroshima. Nagasaki. Childrens' imagination against you, too. Caw!

Monday, August 01, 2005

Spart F Zeph & the Meaning of Seeds

One morning Mamma Roma surprised all parts of Mr Spartacus F Zeph with a world-shaking priapic salute. Never had Spartacus F Zephyr received such a welcome into daylight.

Peg was all but forgotten and schooners at the Village Wharf too dissolved into the brine of gray matter. No gobbits assaulted our humble narrator, either, which is always a gift for which to be thankful.



Thursday, July 28, 2005

Spart F Zeph Contemplates His Navel

And so Spartacus F Zephyr found himself looking at two tangerines. The strange thing was that they seemed to have been somehow altered. Pehaps they had once been peaches. Or rather, they had been tangerines transformed into peaches.
And bronzed.
The thing about the Tyrhanean Sea was that it brought out the peaches in everyone.
Spart F, too.
He felt his peaches (that is tangerines) becoming indeed cumquats. In the summer heat. Blasts.
And of thongs?
Yep, saw a few of them as well.
That would come later.
Best just to go Jimmy the Superfly Snooka and sweat it out.
Juggle that, Mr. Snakepit.


Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Crowcry Crackle Grackle in a Mediterranean

There was a July where up in the watercolor skies above Rome sometimes were seen flashes, tracers, hints of a sunset flare a sunset gun fired for lack of love, impatience, and a thistling of soul the thistles caught scratching in that soul..remember: passion is energy perhaps misdirected..and that is not necessarily your desire..

Kiki Vanderbilt walked toward Via Veneto with pointed toe and newly Romaned nose to scry to cry to scream while Spartacus F Zephyr hid in the Crypt of the Capucians..