'Why he is a fine fellow'
Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.
Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'
How true, How true............
Roaches live behind base boards.....
But lets adore them shall we?
I was seeing the stars in layers of depth perception......
I say a giant question mark up there... Really big.
Oh! Isn't so and so really something? He is published you know?
Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know? I believe they called him Shakespeare .
Why the little blue planet approves even.... well, some of those that dwell on it anyway.
Do tell me from the grave is it hysterically funny?
We the buffoons ..........
Is it just entertainment with no muse?
Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?
Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ? Buzzing around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.
Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.
The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.
Just admire my Pecker please... up close.
Are the God's Sick Bastards?
Who loves Screwballs?
I do I do...........
I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.
Key West must be a portal a Spiritual Vortex of sorts.......
In you go...... Dorothy.....
Spinning Spinning round and round and round...............
You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........
It's a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.
There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.
Oh! I hear a fish jump.......
I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.
Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there, but it sure feels good.
Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark 'Why he is a fine fella'
Wurst of the Worst.
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