Q ~ What medical procedure is available for those who have an aversion to their female siblings?


A ~ The systerectomy

Totally Wired - The Fall

I was looking at a herd of ants yesterday and they began forming a shapes, which I then realized were turning into letters then eventually paragraphs and soon many paragraphs. I began reading what they were shaping and it had the making of an old declaration from the time of the American Revolution. It had something to do with territorial lines and fort agreements. I entered into a search WWW engine and it didn’t come back with anything of worth and then asked a university history professor who told me in all likelihood it was false or made-up. Even if it was, I would never know because I wasn’t alive pre-1987. If it was true though think of the genetic-carrying capacity of ants from generation to generation…



I won’t squash an ant, or any other-sized animal for as long as I live, in case they want to expose some history, unless I’m threatened by venom or a bee stinger…

I have begun collecting receipts I find on the road and I think they form a capsule of time in the time we are living now and, eventually the past. Ashes of the fire that are burning still. That makes no sense. That last sentence. Don’t agree with me on everything or there could be parades all day. After 65 days pandamonium may set in…but I’ll celebrate that with another parade, fireworks, and cornhole…

There’s something tantalzing about wanting to be better than others, in knowing, in breathing, in being. I walk more prolific than you. I have a dream more real than yours. But, I will shortcircuit that tantalization of mine, it isn’t worth it, rather nothing in fact.



Instead, bring me Hustler.

Fist of Lily

The silly hands of the beggar
They are flourescent and edged with malice; a malice fit for a field mouse
He stretched them out to reach to the people with a big and a bitter end
He takes his net and collects the indies with his silly hands
It's never knitted, it's never strung well
Then how is it collecting?
Because he's mischief?

The Best 7 Candy Bars

1. Zero Bar
2. Mallow Cup
3. Sky Bar
4. Mars Bar
5. Toblerone
6. Skor
7. Symphony

At the end of rainbows there could be a pot of gold. I was told that. I should search out the pot of gold next time I see a rainbow and take the gold and play the lottery. That here way I can double my original sum. Odds’re good. Right? Or is the lottery jiggled and riggled?? Maybe I won’t win…maybe I should invest that gold in a financial plan that has a fixed rate. But wheres the fun?? “The FUN is in the fixation!”, says the broker. I say back, “The fun for me is my loss and your gain. I will spend it all on pinatas and helium balloons, colored according to the time of year and/or holiday." He said, “Do what you will, but you won’t be secure…”. I exhaled and smirked. He dissapeared... Long live Roy G. Biv…

Time is a weird animal and I am hesitant to feed it. I do though keep Kibbles 'n Bits and cupcakes in the corner just in case...

Kamloops - Flin Flon

Without the Surface We Climb

It’s larger than you bought

It’s bigger than it’s not
How did you manage to get a handle on it?
It’s horns suredly were squeezing violence
With the Jerky Guild admitting to its pleasures while you pin it counter-clockwise
Now what you have managed the handle
Enter it in the cat fight
Enter it in the cat show, you know


Where it’ll find it’s value is there, which is where the twisted plees are heard


And if there’s a time to grapple again, try not to overbake when you can fry them crispy
The dig miners have approached and what should I tell them now? That it’s sent off wired and wrapped?
Or better yet…
“For fool’s gold we march
For fool’s gold we dig
Don’t, don’t let ‘em, don’t let ‘em break the bread”

I have learned there are two paths for every destination in life. One leads to the destination and the other leads there as well. Choosing doesn’t matter. Take for instance Charles Schultz’s Peanuts strip of comics and how Linus has nothing to do with my first sentences in this post. Then swing back down here and forget what you read -  unless you grab a piece and wear it softly…maybe this...The last time a lightning bolt went soaring through the sky downward I noticed it. Within the time it went from the sky to about ten ft. above the ground I found my rusty fishing net in the upper-left corner of my garage andstrung it fresh with thicker, new string. I rushed over to the open field where I had the feeling it would touch down and caught it with my newly-laced net. I let it cool down, broke it into pieces, and sold each with the earnings going toward keeping all urban fountains flowing for their existence, even in strict economic times when a city may be strapped for water-pump funds and the rest went to piggy banks of the homeless…

Q~ What was John Lennon's favorite after dinner treat?

A~ Tapi-yoko Ono

I wonder if my generation, X and Y, will ever feel the power of a rock n' roll resurgence..., the baby boomers are nice, but we deserve a taste too..

(imagine below in cursive, or cursif, depending on your dialect)


Hear ye, hear ye!
I hearby declare today, the twenty-seventh day of Janurary as: Eat Mass Loads of Pastries Day.


With pleasure,
Colonel Sugarplump Cherrytart

Half of gigantic spools would be superb tables...

Please Welcome the Addicts

Don’t ignore the light-hearted lunatics


They are only shy
And never deny your own realm


Above all else, look inside to try ‘n find a better escapee
As that soul is a fierce cream-filled dreamboat
And your lightning rod is never sold
But if you coose to buy it, I’ll pitch in my own cents,
An heirloom,
And my copper earmuffs

The Capstan Shafts - 61 Sideburns

61 Sideburns - The Capstan Sha...

I have passion for all sorts of things. Inside jokes with myself is one…

The spaces underneath over and underpasses and under bridges. If they were only used more appropirately...we could all play some big game of release or frisbee derby or hide-n-seek. Those areas are pristine and untouched.  Outdoor real-tyme dance theatres? Model railroad exhibits? Public art gallerias? At a minimum, urban gutter hangouts. Or, hmm, maybe a time capsule stash could be stashed there, yet left on view, so in essense, we could view the changes as they are happening, which is certainly tough to do on our own…




At any rate/at a minimum leave them be, and let the coons have halfdecent living quarters…

Unleashing

Houses…if they ganged up on everyone, we’d be in for it. There are so many!! Even more so if they collaborated with trees…

I was cranking a jack-in-the-box sometime ago. I kept on cranking and cranking, but Jack never popped out. I got confused. Was it malfunctioning? Was I cranking it wrong? So, I said to myself, maybe I should just crank it one last time and if that crank doesn’t blast him outta there, than we’ll call upon the Jack doctor, because Jack-I-T-B docs exist. They are hidden in the deepest, densest 1950's toy forests sharpening their scalpels ard filling their suringes with the necessary injectable juices. Well, maybe not so much, but I still wanted to crank it one last time…and…I…did…and!…poppppdidddly pop. Out he popped! I was so thankful. I guess sometimes I just need to push the extra push and grand things’ll occur. If this was the case with everything else, I don’t know where I’d be. Maybe on Jupiter, because I’d try to become an astro-not/psyche! Fooled you! I won’t become an astronaut, but I will keep moving until things happen rightly…

The Ass Ponys - Julia Pastrana

Julia Pastrana - Ass Ponys

{below is ficticious}


So, me and my pool buddies - you know 'em, right? Mack, Moe, and Big Paul. I think we actually got something goin' for the band. I mean, we've been recordin' now off 'n on fer like a decent half year now. Friday nights we'd go down to Greasy's Pub, grab some drinks, shoot some pool, head back to Mack's basement, jam, then crash on his couch. But you know, some uh the songs were half decent, so we recordeded them on some old peece-a shitzafritz cassette deck we got at Gerry's garage sale. We put 'em on the tape. We even got a show lined up at Greasy's. I mean, I don't know. You know what I mean?
But we just ain't yet have a name. We don't wanna call ourselfes Rick, Mack, Moe, and Big Paul. I mean, it's half decent, but not what'll reel in them buckers, you know? So, anyway I bin thinkin' about some names. I got it narrowed...
*The Wrench Guys
*Shitzafritz
*Lots of Big Time Money
*The Pick-Ups


I mean, what do ya think now? I mean, Moe wants us to be The Central County Iron Union Buddies, but that ain't just not it...

Today? Well, hmm...probably halestorms. Actually. No. Definitely halestorms...

Forecasting weather cannot be easy. How do the weather forecasters do it, day in and day out. Do they have high intelligent quotients?? Granted, they are not always right, but when they are!! Nostradomus eat your shorts!! In my book they’ve never been and never will be forecasters - sevencasters at least….

Today is, above all, here...