Here is a junior level attempt at an asterik drawing, specifically Route 66


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Explicit Humor for Enviromentalists

If you blow your nose in your sleeve it would be green, because it is green, and because it would save Kleenexes…

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

(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

If I had three wishes given from a blue genie similar to that on Disney’s Aladdin, and used the first two on everlasting peace and a rustic time machine, I would use my last to give chocolate icing the functioning properties of toothpaste, while it retains all richness and other taste sensations…

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

I wouldn’t want to see Summer, Spring, Fall, and Winter get into a punch fight. High ratings for whatever major cable network picked it up though. and the bookies would make out like madmen on Wall St.

Q ~ Why did the robin start using sticks and twigs to build it's nest?

A ~ Because it ate all of its Twizzlers last night while watching America's Next Top Model.

I am one-tenth emotionless and 9/10ths happy.

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.

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

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