You Tell Me

Take a good look at this picture. A good look. And you wonder why last week was a sham. Disheveled at its best. Better in fact. There's no mystery. No rocks left unturned. Just all the evidence in a bag. Exhibit A. The day of the launder tells all you know. Maybe that's why it takes so jam long.  So ask your self. How well do you really know me?

Just Like Everthing Else

In all honesty. And in addition it really does seem to figure. Not much unlike that fateful april that really seemed like september. It might have been june. You know what? Let me tell it to you in a story. There once was a guy... an man shall we say, that went out fishing. Fishing for fish. He thought that there were not enough fish. He thought he was in the desert. He thought that. And his boat was big. It had the word Incubus on the side. He thought it rather fitting for the given the season and the stock in the sea. He had no dog. He drove a boat. His first mate had been dead these seven years after a run in with Helios and his nimble friends. As guy launched out his platoon he thought a merry of himself... 'self, what rightly goods thou hast'n.' 'Aye' came the response. It worked him ill that aye was always all that echoed back. And he was jumping in the trees and jumping in the trees. That's funny story.

And it died.

You Take Me Wrong

It's not this one. It's that one. The other one. Only one.

You missed the boat methinks. It was headed for England and now here you are thinking we're off to Amsterdam. You forget. I am traveling alone. Just one carry on. No firearms, no gels. My right hand man can confirm that if you like. Or even if you don't. I'll find a plenty when I come forward. I'm not going to need a boat from Cork either way. So dry dock it would you? I love you but just listen when I tell you I don't like the chickens. Call it a mutual misunderstanding if you suits yours. And fella, box that green shirt for a bit. It'll sell better. Ask the kid. What in between sessions she'll be sure to tell you what's really out there. Maybe. And maybe again it's of no consequence but one thing is sure I do believe...

Try Me Again?

Because I'm not quite sure if I heard you right. Is that what you really meant to be saying? And if indeed it was as in deed it was then pray tell, what did you mean? Call me lost. Call me crazy. But if I'm not mistaken there were three oranges in that box. Three. Not five minus two. Not seven plus a half added to a full cord mod two doubled. Three. Well, you see, birds can swim...    and fish do fly. But if you'd like me to be a lemming, I'll try. Just for a day.

And In So Doing Choose Neither

We think we understand. We think we see. We think we are right. It turns out ...well, that sometimes we do, sometimes we can, sometimes we are. But if you premise for a moment that those times are in great number... I think you may just think again. You lost your way, then found your way, then found your way lost. How quaint. And just as you've been told, it isn't the map it's the orienteering. Frankly Scarlet you suck at it. There happens to be nothing left to lose.