beat box - nouvelle star

Extreme!

OK Go - Here It Goes Again

SPY TUNES

The flute is back!

Dramatic Chipmunk

Don't look him straight in the eye.

Strong Bad Techno

An all-time web favorite:

http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail45.html

Turtle

Cloak and Swagger

I am on a dangerous mission.

Only missions like these require Gatorade and granola.

I have heard it exisits.

Perhaps, atop an exposed granite peak.

Or, beneath thick streets in a forgotten, rotten tunnel.

Or...oh yes, there it is!

The quiet calm I seek has been a passenger to this mission all along,
My square concience beside me.

Cloud Scrubber

The Cloud Scrubber

By David M. McEntire

There once were cars made of ore

Along came a guy named Gore

He yelled, "global warming!"

The Hybids came storming

And the clouds needed cleaning no more?

Better Than Coffee

Dwight's morning motivational speech gets me going!

Got Energy?

Ironic? I saw one of these Red Bull vehicles broken down on the I-15 the other day.

Ryan Started the Fi-ya

Dwight sings a great tune (click to watch)...even with a "charred microphone."

A Viking's Feast

A Viking's Feast is the name of our lunch catering company. We can shuffle a few letters around and get:



Eat a King
Give Fat Snakes
Take a Fat Knife
Save a Seat
Steak is King
A vast knife

Spanking Machine

"No, no...it's not my birthday." 

Airplane Repentance

I want to surevey people who have just died.
I would ask, "What were your last words?"
I am curious how many four-letter words I would write down.

I hope my last four to be "amen."

Kid Koala - Floor Kids Part 2 B-Boy Olive

Dancing...a spontaneous acknowledgement of life's rythmic undercurrnt.

Bad Mold

Bad Mold

I want to thrive in a mist of beads that shine on my back as a happy wooden scratcher.

Eat Kiwi and heave.

A walking dinner table could not distract me from literature.

Pricking to a deep realm that excites unseen liquids.

Oil may rise the leather height of a pocket, only to drive out the fibers.

Seas of crust.

Altitude of wild animals.

Caves of wharfing stars.

David Muir McEntire

August 22, 1996

Buuap

Buuap
Eembaudern
Duermoonth
Eeeh
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Lorras
Tume
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Do they?



David Muir McEntire


10/06/94

Us Bugs

Us Bugs

Swing low said the ant.

A time that is full of bread crumbs

My antennae swell with delight at the sounds of a picnic

With red and with checkered tablecloths

Children see me only small

As if I had fallen carelessly onto their miniature laps

But who are you calling miniature?

It surely isn't the sets of swing that drop my meals

My ants call my name . . . we all have one you know

My family of thousand calls me to dinner in a frenzied motion

Of legs and sweat. You ask, do we sweat?

We never stop. Always engaged unlike those clothed giants

That hoplessly stare at screens of nothing,

Which in turn creates a world of nothing

There is hope for the generation of the ants

-David Muir McEntire

June 06, 1995

250ml Rhythm -

Mmmmmmmm, Soda......

Where in the Utah? Sun Tunnel Expedition

The Global Jig

Evolution of Dance II

Evolution of Dance

Vanilla Ice...

Moonlight Madness (Honeyville, UT October Full Moon)

Constellations mixing with rabid trains...A full moon mixing wtih rabid wander...

Rendez-vous

"The Greatest Car Movie Ever Made" This guy is crazy! Thrill art film with a grill-mounted camera The runs 16 red lights Crosses into oncoming traffic Nearly plown peds and pigeons Drives on sidewalks Then the driver meets his lady...

Beatboxen Bush

Vanille Ice now has a rival.