Life can be shocking. Especially when things come at you from many directions, all at once.
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3/29/2010
3/25/2010
Melting Mellow
Fourteen older brothers gathered near the blue ridge
They clapped
And clasped
They rang
And floored their each other's own blackbelts
For goodness sake they had a temper
For goodness sake they didn't clamp down handily
It was satisfactory to accept the waiting pony and it was intelligized
Like laces strung on them a viloin
Crispy and brave...
They clapped
And clasped
They rang
And floored their each other's own blackbelts
For goodness sake they had a temper
For goodness sake they didn't clamp down handily
It was satisfactory to accept the waiting pony and it was intelligized
Like laces strung on them a viloin
Crispy and brave...
3/24/2010
3/21/2010
Submarine Extracellular
A breeze and a dollhouse collaborate for the cake contest
And how is it produced? And how is it decorated?
The gasp for air is put forth first, only followed by a decade of screws, tabletops, and brushing for the skinny
A recipe made for queens and their heirs
The deceived jelly scraped by, only followed by a year of old screwdrivers, twisted steps, and leavening for the breakneck
The first push was never needed
It was however well appreciated, and delectabe
Keep up
And how is it produced? And how is it decorated?
The gasp for air is put forth first, only followed by a decade of screws, tabletops, and brushing for the skinny
A recipe made for queens and their heirs
The deceived jelly scraped by, only followed by a year of old screwdrivers, twisted steps, and leavening for the breakneck
The first push was never needed
It was however well appreciated, and delectabe
Keep up
3/20/2010
Forrest Gump once told me, “Life is like vinegar…if you have a bottle, you mise well chug it down”. Then I asked him what he meant by that. I asked him for two reasons. The first reason was that I didn’t know how smart that would be – could be harsh on the stomach ‘n stuff. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I really enjoy that the taste on salads, and then it soaks into the croutons, and gives them a very unique flavor only straight-up acid could supply. But drinking it in a mega quantity I think wood beea challenge. The second reason was, I didn’t really know quite the connection with the drinking of the vinegar and how it’s like life. His response to both was that he didn’t truly think there was a connection…but just wanted to see how I reacted.
That was interesting. I came soooo close to trying to continue the conversation, but then we just agreed on banana’s foster and a game of chess…
This is a list of things about the person writing this.
1. He will talk in third person for this list
2. Because
3. He doesn’t like to have attention brought upon him
4. He is the prime authority in one instance: muenster is the best kind of all the cheeses.
5. He is typing this in Word ’03 and saving it as he goes along first, because his computer has a tendency to quit functioning without proper consultation
6. If tire swings did not make him dizzy, he would be on one this instance.
7. He has thought about what to write for # 7 somewhere between 10 and 65 minutes.
8. He is psyched for Presidents’ Day next year!!
9. Has never read a novel at all, let alone by choice
10. He refuses to speak truths, because he thinks a fuzzed reality is usually better.
11. He forgot to say that his favorite # is 4 on the fourth slot
12. That’s ok though, cause chicken legs 11 is pretty cool too
13. He will use his one allotted “skip” here
14. He needs to wash his cereal bowl soon and he also wonders how long it takes milk to get really gross.
15. He wants to know if there is a way toilet paper could be recycled, although he accepts the common practice of flushing
16. He wants to gamble with dice, preferably colored, fuzzy dice
17. He knows that when you assume something, it makes a jerk outta younz and us
18. He doesn’t understand finances. Internal Revenue Service, just so you know, he doesn't know what he's doing with his 1040EZ.
19. He gets confused when he hears the word tissue. He then says, "Oh, Kleenexes, I gotcha now…sorry about that…"
20. { he thinks these squiggly parentheses rock}
21. He is never certain about anything, and he likes it like that
22. He scales mountainous regions
23. i.e., greater Pgh Appalachia
24. He thinks the fridge is the best invention ever, next to jelly-filled balloons, so when you throw ‘em, they break out jelly, instead of water, such as a water-balloon does
25. He hopes he gets the chance to make another one of these one day because lists are right up there with the fridge.
1. He will talk in third person for this list
2. Because
3. He doesn’t like to have attention brought upon him
4. He is the prime authority in one instance: muenster is the best kind of all the cheeses.
5. He is typing this in Word ’03 and saving it as he goes along first, because his computer has a tendency to quit functioning without proper consultation
6. If tire swings did not make him dizzy, he would be on one this instance.
7. He has thought about what to write for # 7 somewhere between 10 and 65 minutes.
8. He is psyched for Presidents’ Day next year!!
9. Has never read a novel at all, let alone by choice
10. He refuses to speak truths, because he thinks a fuzzed reality is usually better.
11. He forgot to say that his favorite # is 4 on the fourth slot
12. That’s ok though, cause chicken legs 11 is pretty cool too
13. He will use his one allotted “skip” here
14. He needs to wash his cereal bowl soon and he also wonders how long it takes milk to get really gross.
15. He wants to know if there is a way toilet paper could be recycled, although he accepts the common practice of flushing
16. He wants to gamble with dice, preferably colored, fuzzy dice
17. He knows that when you assume something, it makes a jerk outta younz and us
18. He doesn’t understand finances. Internal Revenue Service, just so you know, he doesn't know what he's doing with his 1040EZ.
19. He gets confused when he hears the word tissue. He then says, "Oh, Kleenexes, I gotcha now…sorry about that…"
20. { he thinks these squiggly parentheses rock}
21. He is never certain about anything, and he likes it like that
22. He scales mountainous regions
23. i.e., greater Pgh Appalachia
24. He thinks the fridge is the best invention ever, next to jelly-filled balloons, so when you throw ‘em, they break out jelly, instead of water, such as a water-balloon does
25. He hopes he gets the chance to make another one of these one day because lists are right up there with the fridge.
3/19/2010
3/17/2010
3/14/2010
This would be one of the things I would say if I were a stand-up comic...
Rice cakes. Ok, so, we all know they're not the best. We all know they have a rep for being pretty gross. And they were. Like the plain unsalted ones? Insanely bad. But, it seems like we've reached a new era of rice cakes. Chocolate Caramel Toffee. Caramel Mocha Marshmallow. Cinnamon White Chocolate Peanut Butter Double Dutch Apple Pie Cheescake. They used to be a "diet food". NOW, you might as well just give me french fried or corn dogs. But you know how the rice cake marketers get around saying, "eat rice cakes instead of potato chips everyday for a month and love 10 pounds!". Because they're always crumbling! It's impossible to eat an entire cake of rice. Impossible. Here's how it usually goes. Take a bite, and a third of it falls on the dirty kitchen floor you never sweep. Which is fine, becuase you have a solid amount in your mouth, enjoying the immense flavor of the chocolate. And then you think, what are the odds it'll break again with another bite? It just can't happen. So, you go at it again. And another chunk snaps, this time in bits, rather than a whole piece, but nonetheless, a huge loss. And then, you get angry and shove the remaining part in your mouth. But you think you prepare yourself for the second rice cake. You will lean over the counter, over a paper towel to catch all broken remnants. Aha! Foolproof. But, you take one out of the bag, and midway throuhg the counter leanover, you want a small nibble. Just to ease your nerves before the main event. So, you're almost at the counter and give a little bite. And it ALL falls apart except for the minute amount you are still holding with your fingers, inches before the paper towel saftey net. Your eyes open widely. Then you scream 5-second wule and eat the crumbles of the first and second cakes...disregarding the dog hair, year-old moldy Cheerios, and some junk thats probably sauce. In that sense we do eat them all but because of the upset stomach you get from the dirty floor, you appetite for the rest of the day is trashed.
Rice cakes. Ok, so, we all know they're not the best. We all know they have a rep for being pretty gross. And they were. Like the plain unsalted ones? Insanely bad. But, it seems like we've reached a new era of rice cakes. Chocolate Caramel Toffee. Caramel Mocha Marshmallow. Cinnamon White Chocolate Peanut Butter Double Dutch Apple Pie Cheescake. They used to be a "diet food". NOW, you might as well just give me french fried or corn dogs. But you know how the rice cake marketers get around saying, "eat rice cakes instead of potato chips everyday for a month and love 10 pounds!". Because they're always crumbling! It's impossible to eat an entire cake of rice. Impossible. Here's how it usually goes. Take a bite, and a third of it falls on the dirty kitchen floor you never sweep. Which is fine, becuase you have a solid amount in your mouth, enjoying the immense flavor of the chocolate. And then you think, what are the odds it'll break again with another bite? It just can't happen. So, you go at it again. And another chunk snaps, this time in bits, rather than a whole piece, but nonetheless, a huge loss. And then, you get angry and shove the remaining part in your mouth. But you think you prepare yourself for the second rice cake. You will lean over the counter, over a paper towel to catch all broken remnants. Aha! Foolproof. But, you take one out of the bag, and midway throuhg the counter leanover, you want a small nibble. Just to ease your nerves before the main event. So, you're almost at the counter and give a little bite. And it ALL falls apart except for the minute amount you are still holding with your fingers, inches before the paper towel saftey net. Your eyes open widely. Then you scream 5-second wule and eat the crumbles of the first and second cakes...disregarding the dog hair, year-old moldy Cheerios, and some junk thats probably sauce. In that sense we do eat them all but because of the upset stomach you get from the dirty floor, you appetite for the rest of the day is trashed.
777 Slots Parlor Aficionados
There is a brick house on the western front
It’s right beneath the freezer jar if you reckon to look beyond what’s been served to you
We have so little to share when we are confined and even with the unlimited geese, they still seems to be flocked for the crooked nests
Everything is always here, including the barbers and their comb juice
Including the 777 slots parlor aficionados
Including the Ramonds and the Damons
It’s all here at arm’s touch
What we need is a strategy for combat to allow for a charming patio. Sitting outside in late April is nothing but exact.
Use the X-Acto knife. And don’t forget to wear rubber gloves.
It’s right beneath the freezer jar if you reckon to look beyond what’s been served to you
We have so little to share when we are confined and even with the unlimited geese, they still seems to be flocked for the crooked nests
Everything is always here, including the barbers and their comb juice
Including the 777 slots parlor aficionados
Including the Ramonds and the Damons
It’s all here at arm’s touch
What we need is a strategy for combat to allow for a charming patio. Sitting outside in late April is nothing but exact.
Use the X-Acto knife. And don’t forget to wear rubber gloves.
Prone for Defeat by the Giants
Do you see them?
The frightened militants
But are they aligned, now?
No, but ... like the way the frisbees are fleeing me
It frees me upwards, to the meat-packers union mill
Let’s take the stolen train tracks to Avalon
Join our fellow muddy gordy Jacks
Without all the action slack knives
By the time we’re there
We’ll’ve escape the victimizers!
Inside the life; inside the life of winners 'hands…!
But now we find them
the butcher’s back in town
…and he’s not enterntained by
the horse-tailed troubadoor
in suede-knecked uniform
of the horse-tailed troubadoor.
in suede-knecked uniform
The frightened militants
But are they aligned, now?
No, but ... like the way the frisbees are fleeing me
It frees me upwards, to the meat-packers union mill
Let’s take the stolen train tracks to Avalon
Join our fellow muddy gordy Jacks
Without all the action slack knives
By the time we’re there
We’ll’ve escape the victimizers!
Inside the life; inside the life of winners 'hands…!
But now we find them
the butcher’s back in town
…and he’s not enterntained by
the horse-tailed troubadoor
in suede-knecked uniform
of the horse-tailed troubadoor.
in suede-knecked uniform
3/12/2010
Enjoyment can come through many things...through counting foxes in foxholes, or creating your own language, or ranking your favorite U.S. Presidents based soley on first names, or growing a garden of eggplant and delivering it during crop season to enthusiasts, or charting undisovered constellations, or chewing gum for the sugar buzz then sticking it somewhere, maybe a metal post, and eventually over time the hundreds upon hundreds of pieces will create a message…"Juicy Fruit does not taste like fruit, but gee it's good"
If I curated a TV interview personalities show that put me behind a desk and the personalities in chairs near me, I would start each show with a different opening. Today’s, or rather, tonight’s, opening would be, “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, are you juiced for a zap zoominin’ fun time???!!”. I would then go back stage and quit, because they told me through the video prompting teleprompter I would be fired for not following script. If I had more time, I would have done something more elaborate to end my tenure on. What could I’ve did instead?? I think I would have (if I had would have had more time to plan my big exit…) rolled over the flight of stairs on wheels the cameramen use to achieve “from above” angles and the set crew use to build the hard-to-reach set pieces and then I would climb to the stop and hope I had a Slinky in my suit pocket and let it plop down each step. When it got to the bottom I’d write a message across the compacted Slinky so that when it was pulled apart you couldn’t tell what it said, but then you could push it back together and see the written words. Then I would throw it into the audience. The message would say, “Use this as a beer holder and you’ll be hotter than 90210 when you walk the streets”. I would have been long gone and flagged a taxi down, but at lease I didn’t give into the prescripted teleprompter...
3/08/2010
I used a leaf blower to clean grass and sidewalks for 31 straight days one time. It was great exercise and the yards were as clean as pristine Jene (she was noted for maintaining keen hygeine). Above all, I got the chance to test my new adjustable, polyester vest. It was the best - more elegant than a Scottish crest. Most of all, it covered my abdomen, and my chest. I of course accumulated thirst over these days. Orange Juicy Juice was not the way, no, for that flavor caused disarray. It was the Lime-Grape that took my breathe away and let me tell you, it was here to stay. I drank tons, cause I knew the task had best be done. And came the thirty-first day and I was glum (do you notice how when people are rhyming they'll mix M's and N's?). But little did I know the fun had just begun. On that last night the Pennsylvania Lottery triple digit was the one I played, 361. And I won! I bought a new blower, because this past one started to malfunction. It blew the leaves, but did it backwards...the motor broke, which caused it to smoke, and it smelled like cheese curds. Really old cheese curds. Undescribable with words. Other than old cheese curds. The new one worked better. And instead of my vest, I wore a plaid, wool, long-sleeved shirt. It would be the easy way to end this in a word that did not rhyme to fool you, but wait, I won't hesitate.
Yarn hats and mittens and pants and coats. If I wore nothing but yarn clothes, and wrote some noisy, beepity-boop, synth-induced songs, and then recorded the music and too a Polaroid picture of myself with my outfit, and sent it to a high ended record company, there is a chance they’d deny me of a deal. But my underground following could grow exponentially to the variable power. Yarn is soft too, so giving hugs to groupies after the concerts would be pleasing to them. I could buy organic kinds. This generation seems to get into organics. I would worry about how I’d make money. Could I get the undergrounders to buy $40 tickets to yank a profit?
I could do the concerts for free and live free maybe, not having to worry about the cashflow…so I’d have yarn, music, freedom, and groupies. Four of the best things I can think of. Unless no one comes.
I’ll fake it and say I’m a Bon Jovi cover band and reel ‘em in…!
I could do the concerts for free and live free maybe, not having to worry about the cashflow…so I’d have yarn, music, freedom, and groupies. Four of the best things I can think of. Unless no one comes.
I’ll fake it and say I’m a Bon Jovi cover band and reel ‘em in…!
3/06/2010
Regain the Feasible
In confused mattress fumes
There is a scooter, a banana, and a make-up futurist
The last calls himself the End
The next large beginning, after the post-op, is what he calls him
It's hard to handle the pieces of '99 handlebars
When his surgical gear is trapped in the iron can
And all of his feet are tamed, wrapped in the silknet
And it's wet and I lost my watering can
But can I borrow your sponge?
There is a scooter, a banana, and a make-up futurist
The last calls himself the End
The next large beginning, after the post-op, is what he calls him
It's hard to handle the pieces of '99 handlebars
When his surgical gear is trapped in the iron can
And all of his feet are tamed, wrapped in the silknet
And it's wet and I lost my watering can
But can I borrow your sponge?
3/05/2010
Ida...
...ok with self-conjured faults, because they are exactly that. How about conjuring hailstorms? No. How about hundred dollar bills appearing in everyone’s mailbox today? Yes. Titles of posts that could be a woman’s name, used as a wierd nounverb, or maybe there as an attention getter? For better or for worse.
3/04/2010
Top Five Reasons I Will Persist
1. Mystery of tomorrow’s gifts
2. Faith in everything, including all things and everything that is not seen
3. Compact Discs becoming antique as my collection grows
4. Knowing what I think and my judgment and my decisions may be wrong, but they, as I am, are free
5. Bagels and all complex carbs
1. Mystery of tomorrow’s gifts
2. Faith in everything, including all things and everything that is not seen
3. Compact Discs becoming antique as my collection grows
4. Knowing what I think and my judgment and my decisions may be wrong, but they, as I am, are free
5. Bagels and all complex carbs
(Klondikes will have nothing to do with this post but I rilly like them)
THINGS IN MY LIFE I HAVE LEARNED
IF I…
* stare at computer screens long times my mind becomes mash and I can’t function
* miss an opportunity, that opportunity will not reproduce identically, but it will reproduce in other glorious way
* ‘m breathing I’ve accomplished about half of what I want to
* ‘m making a difference, for better or worse, I’ve accomplished the other half
* am doing anythng else, hopefully it is pleasures and enjoyments, it would be the third half
THINGS IN MY LIFE I HAVE LEARNED
IF I…
* stare at computer screens long times my mind becomes mash and I can’t function
* miss an opportunity, that opportunity will not reproduce identically, but it will reproduce in other glorious way
* ‘m breathing I’ve accomplished about half of what I want to
* ‘m making a difference, for better or worse, I’ve accomplished the other half
* am doing anythng else, hopefully it is pleasures and enjoyments, it would be the third half
Singluar Scenery
Acts I commit, everyday
It’s saddening
I know it’ll prevail
When dark torches darken
Yet, It’s more of a question as to when and how
So
I'll buy a map and mark the supermarkets all along the lowways
With my dusted orange-cream pen
So let me begin
I will need to do the changing
To strengthen the dark torch
It’s saddening
I know it’ll prevail
When dark torches darken
Yet, It’s more of a question as to when and how
So
I'll buy a map and mark the supermarkets all along the lowways
With my dusted orange-cream pen
So let me begin
I will need to do the changing
To strengthen the dark torch
I never could do long division and don’t know what to do in subtraction when there are tons of zeros in the top number and you need to carry above them. I sort of end up scratching it out and just estimating the answer. And taxes. if there are zeros, I'm toast. The IRS is smarter than me, but until they spot my dozens of errors on my 1040s, that’s all circumstantial.
On a higher note, if I did multi-layered/faceted subtraction problems like that on high test suede, that included my unknowings and errors on the suede, then framed it in a fancied frame, I think I would be able to sell it. I would take the material, frill it, and make a dress for women (or some men) for the runway of a small, independant fashion show in Brooklyn or Bordeaux. It would be showy. It would be fresh.
On a higher note, if I did multi-layered/faceted subtraction problems like that on high test suede, that included my unknowings and errors on the suede, then framed it in a fancied frame, I think I would be able to sell it. I would take the material, frill it, and make a dress for women (or some men) for the runway of a small, independant fashion show in Brooklyn or Bordeaux. It would be showy. It would be fresh.
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 greenest forestry sharpening their scalpels are filling their suringes with the necessary injectabl;e 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…
Whirling Toaster Unplugged
Load the pistols with your finest afghan
Load your muskets with your imported cheeses
And don’t go to sleep with more than one eye closed
The timeshells and bombshells are decades past their due dates
And the librarians aren’t happy, however they are resilient, and filled with the wretches
Phoneup your ex-lawyers and orthodontists, your teeth have rotted up
Keep the anchor out, but make it plastic. Purples and darks fill the starboard quarters now. Forget the 4-stared suppers with cuts of hen and beets. Forget the knitted quilts to warm your tired feets. It’s morally unearthing and distasteful for all the critics and their midshipmen brothers, but it’s here and it’s now. The marlin will try to suction out the flourescent effevecense and drag it back to the sea, and they won’t. Spare the finicky seashells, oh seashells. Bury the hatchet and dig a vital fallout shelter, or better yet, a grave. If it’s not enough, at least Sandshark Tony will never be aware…
So hasten all the safety belts attached to the cushion. We want safety with a bandage
The instincts are telling me to make use of the French horns and the factory beef.
Make use of the sailboat puffing
Don’t ignore the fall danger. If you do, you’ll be their pastrami on rye.
Make use of the aged daughter’s copper coat hanger which is fitted for her fleece and ribbon , and keep this soft beat alive.
Phoneup your ex-orthodontists and tell them to prepare their baggage
And make use of the smooth silkskin, the harpoon, and a bag of corn chips.
We’ll need the pleasure, the defense, and the energy
If it’s too late, keep thinking, it wasn’t your fault, but you could have changed the lottery and kept this beat alive
Load your muskets with your imported cheeses
And don’t go to sleep with more than one eye closed
The timeshells and bombshells are decades past their due dates
And the librarians aren’t happy, however they are resilient, and filled with the wretches
Phoneup your ex-lawyers and orthodontists, your teeth have rotted up
Keep the anchor out, but make it plastic. Purples and darks fill the starboard quarters now. Forget the 4-stared suppers with cuts of hen and beets. Forget the knitted quilts to warm your tired feets. It’s morally unearthing and distasteful for all the critics and their midshipmen brothers, but it’s here and it’s now. The marlin will try to suction out the flourescent effevecense and drag it back to the sea, and they won’t. Spare the finicky seashells, oh seashells. Bury the hatchet and dig a vital fallout shelter, or better yet, a grave. If it’s not enough, at least Sandshark Tony will never be aware…
So hasten all the safety belts attached to the cushion. We want safety with a bandage
The instincts are telling me to make use of the French horns and the factory beef.
Make use of the sailboat puffing
Don’t ignore the fall danger. If you do, you’ll be their pastrami on rye.
Make use of the aged daughter’s copper coat hanger which is fitted for her fleece and ribbon , and keep this soft beat alive.
Phoneup your ex-orthodontists and tell them to prepare their baggage
And make use of the smooth silkskin, the harpoon, and a bag of corn chips.
We’ll need the pleasure, the defense, and the energy
If it’s too late, keep thinking, it wasn’t your fault, but you could have changed the lottery and kept this beat alive
I think if I had things, like tattoes, or a motive for arson, or a knack to seduce wild animals, or the ability to perform uncanny card tricks, or snow skiis, or type AB blood, or a phobias of faith, I don’t think I'd use those things. They aren’t mine to use. My things are mine to use. I can type words, that’s beneficial in some aspects of certain aspects. I will demo-strate. This is just a demo, not an actual strate. So, just sit back ,and enjoy the demo. I don't know what to think sometimes, and the other times, neither do I, but the rest I don’t have a clue, and all the other times I’m close to being accurate and on target with my thinking.
Here is a quick-split rhyme in which I will recite 10 words that I will rhyme. There is no rhythm, but there is...rhyme. If the words aren't actual words it's because my vocabulary capacity is not large.
Reading
Speeding
Jeeding
Weeding
Keeding (like, 'kidding', but how a vampire would say it...)
Heading
Meeting
Meating (to "meat")
Heating
Feeding
Reading
Speeding
Jeeding
Weeding
Keeding (like, 'kidding', but how a vampire would say it...)
Heading
Meeting
Meating (to "meat")
Heating
Feeding
3/03/2010
Crazy Waves Are Forming
Have you started to think how the title (“Crazy Waves are Forming”) will relate to this post or even correlate to anything at all? Maybe I will chat abaht the mighty tides of Lake Superior, or the crashing blasts of the Allegheny River. Both of those are legitimitally awesome waters, but I have chosen to not talk about them. So, what’s with the “Waves”?
Life comes in waves.
It also comes gift-wrapped in a silver gift-wrapping paper with a purple bow.
It also is quite quiet at times, so much so that it cannot be heard at all. Like unicorns, given they have not been proven to exist. I believe though. And I believe in life.
Have you started to think how the title (“Crazy Waves are Forming”) will relate to this post or even correlate to anything at all? Maybe I will chat abaht the mighty tides of Lake Superior, or the crashing blasts of the Allegheny River. Both of those are legitimitally awesome waters, but I have chosen to not talk about them. So, what’s with the “Waves”?
Life comes in waves.
It also comes gift-wrapped in a silver gift-wrapping paper with a purple bow.
It also is quite quiet at times, so much so that it cannot be heard at all. Like unicorns, given they have not been proven to exist. I believe though. And I believe in life.
3/01/2010
Lookout Saviors
Liven the corridors and arange for an Italian banquet
Open the candied yams and point toward the likeness of the Queen’s boutique
The willows and their wives are coming. The makeup artists told me to keep an eye out for ‘em, and to which I was never doubtful, I still had doubts
But.
But….
The willows and their wives are coming
Let’s throw a parade for them.
I mean, I want to participate, and maybe down some cheap cherry pie
And float the floats to the finish with the rest of the bear hug carriers and jelly and licorice treats
But, let’s throw a parade for them…and never doubt them coming, even if they don’t
Even in the trenchy muds
Even in the pools of saccharin and fake chlorine, there is some waiting
Here comes the waiting, laced in an A+
But now here come the willows, and don’t forget their wives
It’s rejuvenation
They’re in time for the parade
Open the candied yams and point toward the likeness of the Queen’s boutique
The willows and their wives are coming. The makeup artists told me to keep an eye out for ‘em, and to which I was never doubtful, I still had doubts
But.
But….
The willows and their wives are coming
Let’s throw a parade for them.
I mean, I want to participate, and maybe down some cheap cherry pie
And float the floats to the finish with the rest of the bear hug carriers and jelly and licorice treats
But, let’s throw a parade for them…and never doubt them coming, even if they don’t
Even in the trenchy muds
Even in the pools of saccharin and fake chlorine, there is some waiting
Here comes the waiting, laced in an A+
But now here come the willows, and don’t forget their wives
It’s rejuvenation
They’re in time for the parade
I wonder about bar codes and how they work, and what the date is today because i cant remember, and what I’ll be doing at this hour tomorrow…and also eels, they zap people, right?? I wonder about other people’s decison-making processes and if they are enjoying their Life Position. Do most people have regrets, the majority?? I don’t have any regrets. I do feel ashamed and feel guilt for past decisions but I dont think id take any of them ‘back’. I might forget about them though……….or at least I might make a fire with wooden logs of wood and go hiking, well, I would go hiking days before and find a stick, and bring that stick to my fire and light the end and swing and zap it around (like an eel) and watch the color make shapes, probably circles mostly, due to my uncreativity. I wonder about people though and hope they are well in their pathes…
Not too many people can float. I tried once. But right before lift off the public trans came and I just took that. If we all traveled through sewers it could speed the process of transportation. Well, not everyone - then it could become congested w/ people. To start we could try 5 or 6 in each tube at a time. You could supply your own rubber pants or we would have ones to rent. The cars would have to learn to avoid open sewer holes…there would be many open sewer holes. This is assuming floating isnt learned by all in the time it would take to gain the certification for sewer walking. Yale might have a class on floating though. I’ll look it up before I get goin on the project…
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