1/29/2010

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


A ~ The systerectomy

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...