http://www.monkeyhowl.com/i-have-bonbons/ lose your tail. stand up straight. think you're special. Tue, 27 Dec 2011 19:40:39 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 http://www.monkeyhowl.com/i-have-bonbons/comment-page-1/#comment-74 Sister Fri, 24 Oct 2008 22:40:04 +0000 http://www.monkeyhowl.com/?p=129#comment-74 I like this one now... not sure why. Is insanity the new normal? I like this one now… not sure why. Is insanity the new normal?

]]> http://www.monkeyhowl.com/i-have-bonbons/comment-page-1/#comment-73 Dr. Luv Fri, 24 Oct 2008 22:37:48 +0000 http://www.monkeyhowl.com/?p=129#comment-73 Not a problem as long as it's sanitary. Not a problem as long as it’s sanitary.

]]> http://www.monkeyhowl.com/i-have-bonbons/comment-page-1/#comment-61 grand pud of life who talks loud in restaurants Fri, 19 Sep 2008 16:01:05 +0000 http://www.monkeyhowl.com/?p=129#comment-61 Certainly not bonbons. Rather a pole axe for the frozen seas within us. The verisimilude is compelling, Franz. The angular fragmentation of narrative perspective is seminal and consummates the all-pervading theme of hermetic anarchy (or, in the Upanishadic tradition, known as advaita vedantic goondaism) . Which is good, very good. In other words, very Spielbergesque. Obviously. So much so I think a better title would be The Colour of Bonbons. Or Schindler’s Bonbons. Or Indian Jones’ Third Encounter with Bonbons. Oh, the tension, the chills, the hilarity, the romance. And a filmmaker with a compulsive-obsessive fascination with entomology… Does it get any better than this?! I also see great opportunities for product placement here. A discarded box cover of Belgium truffles or Toblerone wrappers or, for the down-at-the heel, perhaps a few hundred dismembered Turtles shower down in a manic Roegian montage that at one and the same time horrifies yet uplifts the spirit. Amen, Rudy. But remember, bonbons are not for babies (or is that babies are not for bonbons?). A pity for babies cause nothing says I love you like bonbons. And I love bonbons. So if you have them… DID YOU HEAR ME?!!! Certainly not bonbons. Rather a pole axe for the frozen seas within us. The verisimilude is compelling, Franz. The angular fragmentation of narrative perspective is seminal and consummates the all-pervading theme of hermetic anarchy (or, in the Upanishadic tradition, known as advaita vedantic goondaism) . Which is good, very good. In other words, very Spielbergesque. Obviously. So much so I think a better title would be The Colour of Bonbons. Or Schindler’s Bonbons. Or Indian Jones’ Third Encounter with Bonbons. Oh, the tension, the chills,
the hilarity, the romance. And a filmmaker with a compulsive-obsessive fascination with entomology…
Does it get any better than this?! I also see great opportunities for product placement here. A discarded box cover of Belgium truffles or Toblerone wrappers or, for the down-at-the heel, perhaps a few hundred dismembered Turtles shower down in a manic Roegian montage that at one and the same time horrifies yet uplifts the spirit. Amen, Rudy. But remember, bonbons are not for babies (or is that babies are not for bonbons?). A pity for babies cause nothing says I love you like bonbons. And I love bonbons. So if you have them…
DID YOU HEAR ME?!!!

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