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	<description>Kick back, dim the lights, sink in. Words jazz a liquid cat, musing as it sees fit. The Liquid Lynx grooves midnight, lapping the dark when most humans have gone to sleep. Nocturnal lights turned low, Imagination drinks gin when the moon has no ego and the stars have no place to go.</description>
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		<title>Marry Like Water (Destiny&#8217;s Daughter&#8217;s Wine)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Marry our daughter. We’re out of food and water, fresh escargot, His cargo full of grilled caribou, fine wine, Malibu tofu in a fine, tangy goo. We wannabe richly constantly passing contented constipation like million dollar bills, gorgeously green, sun-tanning naked in the bright sunlight on top our Lord baby Jesus’ thrift-store dresser.
 
We know [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=48&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Mary up in Smoke (Nirvana&#8217;s Ocean Blue Skies)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Mary had a little lamb, a little house, a prairie, starched pure white all buttoned tight, a contrary sanctuary. For everywhere that Mary went, puberty publicly followed, flying high on Junior High, nursing rhymes soaked in sin like a hymen’s hymn.
 
Because just like Jesus’ best friends, Mary exists, or does do did, since was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=42&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Sun Stroke Broke Rock Stars (Ride Billboard Verbs to Paradise)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Gushing gas tickles my foot sole, red needle soaring seventy-five miles per whore. Driving through the soul flying depths of a 4-hour daydreamed highway mind, we tumble into Cleveland, pavement ticking time bomb winding down sound. Cleveland steams reeking concrete, coagulating Jacob’s Field’s bowl like the pain of a drain, some swollen bad dream melting [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=20&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://theliquidlynx.wordpress.com/2008/09/12/sun-stroke-broke-rock-stars-ride-billboard-verbs-to-paradise/</link>
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		<title>Marsh Mellow</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Like a Dagoba hangover sludged in a bulge of mental diarrhea, homo sapien-sapped thespians wake up with their wings in the shit. Librarians, lawyers, Tom Sawyer’s hair stylist, Jack the Ripper’s cadaver makeover miracle maker all get their wits in a twit. 
Artists, writers, Jim Henson’s right-hand man may make colossal religions out of creative [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=16&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Bag Lady Freedom: Free Food for the Bums</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Dread locked down his mane, Eric Montanez panhandles mass feeding orgies in broad daylight, free soup to hazy lazy crazies, those sap happy lushes of taxpayer expense. The mommy humping commie degrades McDonald’s- undercutting like a bris bargain basement sale, half off to mazal tov, selling out to God for the skin of the homeless. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=15&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://theliquidlynx.wordpress.com/2008/06/04/bag-lady-freedom-free-food-for-the-bums/</link>
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		<title>Porno BVDs: A Living History (The Lakota Secede from the Union)</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Flapping thin wind, disco-yellow bikini briefs fly the Rand McNally flagpole one sunny Sunday just as church let’s out in the morning. Leopard-spotted in the crotch, seventies silk sings in the sunlight, so brightly loud they could only belong to a porno beef-cake hooked to the gills on purple-shagged cargo vans, racked in the back [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=14&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://theliquidlynx.wordpress.com/2008/04/02/porno-bvds-a-living-history-the-lakota-secede-from-the-union/</link>
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		<title>Chocolate Saves</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Spinning thin air, Earth’s Cocoon-warmed green blends well with Tree-Bark Brown as Africa shines like a Rusty, Crabby Apple, a warm reddish brown, a shade darker than Borscht, brown with just a hint of Mauved Beet.
Sun shines Ceremonial Gold, a golden hue hazed with a touch of Red Cent, a warm penny color as mountains [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=13&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://theliquidlynx.wordpress.com/2008/01/25/chocolate-saves/</link>
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		<title>Robots in the Sky: Your Hallucinations Are Real</title>
		<description><![CDATA[“See that kite hanging from the power line? Could be GW spying us on his web cam.”
This news was dropped into the middle of the party like a little green bag, slapped on the picnic table as the night morphed into purple, hazy velvet, that certain satin Certs aftertaste sensing things are melting into strange. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=12&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Where Lives My Mind: The Pixies Gross Vampire Feed</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The Pixies are 40-foot tall Dr. Martins hypo-Zippo lighters never could melt.
The Pixies are beat-up boots tattooed lizard acid Blacklite green, a mystical reptilian, some weird dream you had walking across  the middle of the 90’s in ribbed webbed feet, mind smashed tight against divorcedeconomicrecess in the War on Drugs they D.A.R.E.’d to keep [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=11&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://theliquidlynx.wordpress.com/2007/12/13/where-lives-my-mind-the-pixies-gross-vampire-feed/</link>
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		<title>Give a Penny, Take a Penny&#8230; Gone!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Stomping dangling raindrops soaking sneakers, I stumble into the Family Dollar, my third eye shivering an eyelash in my forehead, feet numb with economic repressive depression soaking my holy-toed tube socks. I am on a mission.
Mental Kleenex been plucked bone clean, so I need a new notebook to catch the proverbial snot-nosed ideas dripping down [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=theliquidlynx.wordpress.com&blog=4672532&post=10&subd=theliquidlynx&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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