May Not Be Warranted at This Point

Possible it's not all gone, just a mostly. The problem is in the reception. It all comes in wrong. I mean, we don't come with a PLL. And neither do they. Of course the central clock is even skewed less than halfway down the pipe so how can you expect to even get it around the block? Well the truth is, you don't  And I don't. And without that expectation where is the bird really? We wait for it. And while waiting I be falling asleep again. So don't wait up for me because I'll have nothing to tell you when I get home. At least nothing beyond what we are already accustom to. Soley while I'm chewing down the bear that I just wrestled you can try and remind me that things can be broken down into even smaller pieces. Bite size. Bad news. And thus the new day brings on many of the same things the old one brought. This time in technicolor. Here's hoping for a TKO before the third round.

Still Thinking?

So you've got grape, cherry, and strawberry. You want eldridge panayo but they're fresh out. As always. So what do you do? mix and match? settle for the cherry? or keep pretending that grape is indeed your flavor of choice? -it certainly isn't strawberry, though that jazz seems to be everywhere. So you think about it as it all melts before you. The big problem is you're probably forgetting that they're all some pear derivative. Just ask the people who made it. Really. Ask them. And as you wait for your decision to surface you miss out on how funny it is that you're dying for the bean but they're all pear anyway. Why? Because they don't all taste the same to you.

Step Off

Stop. Think about what you're into. There may be some other way. I know they say there isn't. Looking out though you get the chance to think that somehow there's more than whites and yellows down there. The line is drawn but the masses are indistinguishable. Out here though? None of that exists. Nothing really at all. At least you may think so. But opposite the view? The world is still hanging around waiting to see what'll come around next. Not that they bought stock. And they're probably betting away. You forget though. You're not an AB. So take the step.

And My Axe

Just walking along on the road. Finding small pebbles in my shoes. Dusts of time covering my feet. Would you like to fish? What the devil for? ...and watch yours too. Just come along with me and we'll find Bob's happy little trees out there. For the catching. Alone. Or in pairs.  There's something in the woods. Not happy. It's probably human. Probably in its third month. Probably wanting a bit of cheddar.  So shoot all you like and I'll keep pretending that my swinging is doing something. It's monday after all.