Improdome 4/25/07

So when I was a child, a little girl lived around the block; her name was Roberta Baer -- So us little kids used to say there are three kinds of bears: you bare, the animal bear, and Roberta Baer. Now, I know I was all wrong and confused because there are really four kinds of bears -- the quadrangle being the Chris O'Neal bear. What? Not Chris O'Neal bare! The Chris O'Neal bear. So you ask "What is the moral of this story?" Big boobies! No I don't mean someone dressing up in a bear costume. I'm sitting on the train and there is a girl in a revealing black dress talking Russian to her boy friend. and I say "Why am I sitting here alone? And this loser is sitting there with this hot blond chick, with her gorgeous globes hang'in half way out." But I digress -- See, the point of this story is to reconnect with the brain electricity we has as little ones -- Think bear, think bare, think boobs -- Oh, shut up, your one track mind is detracting from everything. This girl is hot though -- As Mike Short would say "Ah".

Improdome, April 18, 2007.

Shit! That's how it started. You think I'm going to tell a sad story? Well, maybe you're wrong and maybe it doesn't matter -- because it is about the essence of life gleaned from the fabric of our existance. Maybe some sound stupid and unreal -- that's OK because they're on the path. There is no conclusion, it is about the path. So what is the path? -- it is a kind of therapy, mind exploration, it is about finding truth. -- now you see the path can seem obtuse and unreal -- keep traveling -- from shallow shell of stage existance the road into the forest of improv brings sparkle, depth, enlightenment! It fosters a process of organic change in the mind and body-- couple this with a healthy diet and enlightened exercise program, and voila. ---- You're hot!

Improdome 4/11/07

Musical chairs, where's the beef? Oh good grief what a relief, you thief. Twinkle the safe, it's not a race, but don't use mace. Then again watch your shoe lace. Replace the lode in your humble abode. Not much different than a tode or Harold McLeod. Whose that you say? Good day, in a nice way, OK, hurray. Smiling girls taking it in the bum. Oh come on just hum, honey funny grungy money. Stare at me at him at them. Bet with crocuses on the hen. Dogging it realistically, ballistically, fun and games not the same, don't be a pain, in the rain or snow or on a nice day, hey don't go away, stay stay stay -- and hey come back next week, we're gonna look sleek, not meek or geek or freak. Go'in home and tak'in a leak -- Don't peek. OK guys wak'in up with the sunrise, time to say goodbyes -- goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...........................................................................

Improdome 4/4/07

wood, wood, wood, like glowing embers emulsified on leaden thongs worn by eubangee warriers looking for trouble on the double in the rubble using clubble. Studio 54 a bore whore story at lore and gore. Not Al Gore, not mentioned before this year not near or beer, gear of engine reving up, yup -- got a guppie, not a yuppie puppy -- Lexicon is speech peace, beast yeast at least, it's in the near east. Vaccuum jars not bars or cars, or a Swede named Lars. In Russia Czars, Darfur stay away, keep at bay. What ya say? Get laid paid made prominade, drink lemonade.