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Euphoria II: The Fertile Brain.

Started by Glebe, June 24, 2017, 09:51:50 AM

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Ferris

Quote from: Glebe on May 17, 2018, 02:29:16 AM
Everyone says they like you and your esteem goes up.

A lie-detector test confirms their veracity. Fantastic.

popcorn


Glebe

Quote from: FerriswheelBueller on May 17, 2018, 05:09:01 AMA lie-detector test confirms their veracity. Fantastic.

This is double-checked and officially sanctioned.

Gregory Torso

You meet someone wild, someone inappropriate, much too young for you, someone who is alive. You begin to deage, deflate; you scrape off the scales of time and toil, and the angry red desert of your scalp bursts into bloom. You start to write again, the poetry zaps out of you like lightning off God's cufflinks.

You find new second-hand book and record shops in places you never looked before. Work calls and tells you to take a paid month's holiday because there's been a terrible computer fuck-up and your boss has to deal with it.

You go for a walk in the park with your new love and see some baby otters. They are chewing up some satsumas as they float on their backs and they spit out the pips and the pips spell YES.

You go to your favourite dive bar where it's happy hour, duh. On the TV behind the bar there is a news report that David Attenborough is somehow getting younger and will be back free swimming with spinner dolphins off the coast of Portugal next year.
You get drunk but instead of shitposting heaps of unfunny childish poo jokes all over your various internet haunts, you take a river cruise and see a CUNT load of shooting stars that spell out "well done mate" as they burn up in effervescent cauliflowers.

As the sun comes up you are drinking a beer on a balcony in Singapore watching two geckos fight over a mosquito's wishbone.

Well done, mate. Well done.

Ferris



Glebe

Yes, good work GT.

"Plumstead?! The venue for a plum-tasting party?! During this particular period?! Why, that's practically perfect!"

Gregory Torso

Thank you kindly. Euphoria all round.

Glebe

Unicorns exist - and you can have one, with free riding lessons thrown in!


Glebe

A giant flump tosses candy flosses down to waiting folk!

Gregory Torso

A happy little minibus conveys a group of merry young lasses to a social gathering at a place that is called "Lilywhites" for a lovely evening of dance, drink and all manner of tomfoolery!

Gregory Torso

Huw Edwards and George Alagiah play hide and seek in the Hundred Acre Wood. 

Shoulders?-Stomach!

A franking machine is used for its intended purpose, which satisfies it.

Ferris

A raccoon takes to wearing a small pork-pie hat, to the delight of the local children.

Glebe

You change your name to Jeremy Flossocks, sweet fuck all anyone can do about it man.

pancreas

'This is very nice ham,' you think to yourself. A product recall email informs you that it is in fact horse meat, which is great because you hate horses.

dex

That felt like a horrific dump, that. Better out than in. MMM, must of been a teflon variant. No smell, one wipe, pan not requiring a brush clean. Plenty of paper left for another time.

Gregory Torso

At Seaworld, a dolphin inserts its cock into the pool filter and smiles at the front row of embarrassed tourists.

Gregory Torso

A girl under a tree in a rainstorm, her hair all tangled and her dress wet. Her eyes find yours, with feeling.

Glebe

These treats are for me? Get in!

Gregory Torso

A beam of early morning sunlight trips down the tiny imperfect ridges on the page of an open book.

Gregory Torso

A white flower bitten into a green apple.

Gregory Torso

A stolen day off work pretending to be ill, the heavenly dust motes of the afternoon snowing indoors, all of these layers of peace and calm settling around you in the silence of the house and all time is truly yours for a couple of hours.





You spend it wanking.

the midnight watch baboon

'Smithy' presses the bell for the station, every day. He's not missed a single day, ever!

Glebe

Oh no, another stressful, depressing day... what's that?! Take the week off and have a lovely holiday, all expenses paid?! Cheers, mate, nice one, spot on!

Ferris

Sausages and chips and beans. Luuuuuurvely!

Custard

You are thrown out of a club, yet somehow fall within the thighs of the Spice Girl you fancy

Glebe

I don't know what flossums are, but I just made them up - they certainly sound nice, here, have a bunch!

Gregory Torso

She falls from mother cloud along with her billion brothers and sisters. A free plummeting squadron of fat drops, all screaming with the sheer joy of existence.
Below her, a twisted body of lights, a city, and the dark arterial river winding through its middle, which is her target. She subtly twists her bulbous body, angling it along a wind vector. She's been training for this her whole life.
Buildings define themselves now. High rises, tree tops. Her siblings begin to burst on objects suddenly rearing up around them: spires, aerials, gutters.  She sees them explode on skylight windows or shatter on roof shingles.
Reach the river, she remembers from her time when she lived inside the belly of mother cloud. If no river, a drain or a puddle is OK, but come together, and make your way to the ocean, children.
She catches a sudden gust, narrowly misses an iron bridge railing, and here is great river, reaching for her with its mist and spray as she torpedoes in.
Uncountable voices roar together, the victory of fallen rain as they gather themselves into a rushing current and race for the sea.