Saturday, December 13, 2008

While watching Narnia


The road to wilson is paved in cream filling and bathed in delusions. Tanks but no tanks, I'll handle give to others all by myself. Lock the lice in the cellar. For the end is nigh and time is right for dancing in the street. Get out of my yard meddling kids kickings of swiftness old as time will stick your courage to the sticking place. Come on dog. Of war. Dogs of war. Cats of diplomacy. Goldfish of apathy. The bluebird loves ghandi. If we tap dance it's dancing still. The universe exists on a membrane of conspiracy; it's populated by boundless strings of turkish delight. I struggled with destiny up on the ledge, and gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge. And silence contagious in moments like these, consumed me and strengthened my will to appease. Poke a double decker on a llama taboot, llama taboot taboot. Clap like you clapped when you is. Carts and carts to port the lips. What the frackles. Nope you its true the plot is stuck in the present. The is is the is but the was is is now unlike what it will is. Put the following in your smike and pipe it. And the cup ran away with the spoon. Dangle my fangle and rash wipe complete. Delphine goes swiftly and drips down my peg-leg. Broken sorrow brings my sunny day any day is a good day to mend it back up again. Wanting and walking and frothing the same. She needs a fix gained only in salt framed reagan administrations dodging the bullet of inconsistent bother. Bother bother my brothered baker. Bother to my shipyard's end. Furthermore, the implications watergate were magnanimous; it reached the limits of American democratic stability, it found the line dividing civility and ferality and took a hot flaming dump on it. Super money baby yeah! Now dat obama won we own yall. Ha. Eat it. You are strongly scrubbed and I am strongly scrubbed. We can't have that can we? Yes we can!! Yes we can!! Shout unto the heavens and the hells. Yes we canister of cynical embrace with loyalty programs for the weak and unendowed. Taken from the token Tolkien and brought before Emersons and the Koontz. Wrung from laundry soiled and stained and steeped in the sweat of the brow less brutes tirelessly toiling to sculpt the trinkets in the age where time went awry. Gather my kettle and pour me my tonic I am ready for drinking take the hair out the glass take the love mustered in heart you'll be in my heart oh yule be in my heart be in it do it now douche let it loose set it lose for me and mine we saw the wood in the forest dividing we chew the fat and saw the wood he saw the wood and the fat and so did me we saw both at once and chew each alone. Alone without the standard drone, atypical pwned by a noob lol. Chat rooms served in china red. Red bleed the horse but driven still by the husbanders query to revive the old locations. Broom sweeps took out the objects that you got cranky about cause you have concept of reality. Spoiled brat! We should've cooked them dogs sooner to preserve flavor steadfastness. The dog stands steadfast beneath the khaki tent. The captain is there too he stands steadfast and erect. The captains name it is he is sven, Sven Wankthrottle. Sven Wankthrottle enters the entrance of the beer and wine sellers, steps up to the counter, the counter the clerk stands behind. The owner has a name. His name not important because he is present for no other reason but to hear Sven say what he will say; therefore he will remain nameless, but keep in mind: he has a name; it is simply omitted for the purposes of brevity. We see Sven he is at the counter before the nameless clerk. He says, "me llamo Sven, entrado la establimento de la noche por la mucho cervasa. Vienta y cuatro miller chill por la fiesta en la discoteca. Taco taco nacho rot. Sell me some sold, solid, soiled and old, items from your cache! Come on Thof. Sell me those things that dream the lovers dream in my stead." Thof replied "yes boy count them yours and count them mine. What goes around could be globe bulb shaped to please or it could come around. Who could tell when it belongs thongs with a frozen sausage tattooed on the tall ball wall." Grapes shaped the course of coarse history that day. On a finer scale nothing was changed or hope. Hope for change to please the breeze. Dragon's teeth faggon's briefs pelican niece. Taste of taint after a brazen swim brings dire derigables to the forefront of the lobe, perpetually agnostic in it's approach to reproach. Good gandolf I'm ugly as a fugly stupid person!! Shoot nigga you so crazy. Let me borrow five till friday when I get paid from working at T.G.I.F. So says the mob of gays. "We take it as it comes. While the insides shake the outsides take a break. For the mice are away and the cat will play alone. He is the smiling moon with the blue tongue, well hung, aqua lung." How many have joined now? Couples coupling along the edge. Fertile for miles and miles and Miles knows what this means. "There are forty-eight of us now" he says, smashing the mask above the flaming brickplace, "you want to get nuts? Let's get nuts."
"Okay, let's go get some." I reply.uyyuuy. Oddly enough they got none. None too it seems we wanker walked all over the dance floor. Needless to say they got nuts and were floored. Gank me some corn on the phone for days and seconds and reckoners recommended recounted votes, totes and moats. To the tick we wick away with advanced layers of polyphonic curiosity. Racey Stacey and thematic bracing. Sometimes the road is long and other times it makes you look short. End

Saturday, November 22, 2008

An unperfect storm




This video sucks, it is too short. I'll post it anyway because the people who read this blog suck as well.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

The Dan Mac kid


Another one joins the fray

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

More Midnight Yaking

Google Maps calls the place Fooks Pond but I've never heard of such foolery

Charles "Da Madman" Greenhalgh


Kyle "Da Bears" Coffey


Orange line=Kayak


A considerably bright moon
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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Rentless


Kent, no Rent

Thursday, September 4, 2008

I Am Awesome


Some men look better than others

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Yakin'

Every so often the time comes for a man to go yakking. Some of those times seem to happen in the middle of the night.


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Wednesday, August 6, 2008

An original film

Almost 2 years after completing the initial filming for this I actually spent today making some sense of it... Needless to say it will rock your world to the core.




Monday, July 28, 2008

Simple life lessons

Teach the young with a gentle voice.
Discipline them with an Iron Fist.
And they will grab your leg and walk

Friday, July 25, 2008

The Vortex is for sitting


Currently sitting at the vortex with Johnny, Steve, and Kylie. Technically I am supposed to be at work right now but that would be a terrible waste of energy. I don't like to use more energy than is needed at any given time so it's purely sitting for me!!!
There is an all too good chance that i'll be hitting up the beach today which is a most excellent choice if you really think about it. But thinking, too, is a waste of time so i'll be stopping that as well....

--shortly after writing this i went to work--

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Buy a Subaru for maximum health.


The Subaru Loyale; never again will there be such a fusion of art and technology...
90 Horsepower 1.8 liter flat-4 engine with power windows standard


Saturday, July 12, 2008

Pictures of Chadwick


While perusing some pictures I happened to come across 2 of particular distinction.
Please note the zeal of one said Chadwick as he so deftly defies the laws of nature. It goes without saying that he is so elated with the task that the man holding the ball is of no consequence to him. Surely the wonderlust of this occasion has caused his pupils to dilate to a point where his surroundings have become abstract musings of color and light.
Those things are not for every man.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Friday Night

Hello.
Bout to go fishing and yaking with the peeps. Estes is back in town so we gonna throw down.
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Monday, July 7, 2008

N800

It's my blog post that you're reading
I'm here again doin it up. It goes without saying that I have nothing to say of any importance, or at least that I feel I should impart to you.
However, I digress, I love you all and can't wait till everyone pays me back the money you owe me.

Monday, May 26, 2008


Hi Guys!!!! Today we played ball in the yard. Pete or Keith took home the win against our best efforts. At the end of the night we lit up some fun fireworks. What a great day!!!!!!
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In The End

The end has come and it is known as the Kyle Coffey Blog...