Coming to Town

Bring out your kids and sell back your tickets to the circus cause something better is coming your way. Prepare yourselves because honestly if Auntie Em were around she'd sell every last cow she's got; and maybe some of uncle owen's water condensers. Comes as no real surprise; those are reserved for things like a moth in your pantaloons or a piece of pie on your doorstep from the postal service.

Better to Have Never Loved

Oh sure you may have just stubbed your toe. Maybe you even caught a cold. The sun may not be shining for some of you. Perhaps you hit a moose. Just perchancy a tree fell on your house. Wildfires could have just burned your fields of glory. Maybe you burned it down. Oh chance may have broken your leg. It could have given you typhoid fever, got you bitten by a rattlesnake and caught you hypothermia while being drug behind wild yaks. Likely you just found out your word usage is poor. But did you just have ten million dollars that was then taken from you?

I did.

I just think about that solid gold gondola I could of had ridden in while clothed in my diamond studded hammer pants and cry. Twice.

Stay the Course

Most people think of horses or dogs, little chinese kids or schools in uganda, income or economies, happy meals or meals on wheels, graduation or relocation, high hopes or low blows. For me? Just the good old flat ball. So don't try and suade me with your dreams of money or popularity, jobs or food, women or power. I've got both bad eyes on one thing and I intend to get it.

Sure Bet

How do you say? This is it. The culmination. It's friday. It's the end of celsius. And it's june. On grey street.
...and I'm still here.

As Tråkig

Few things are as boring as sitting in the chair I'm sitting in, looking at what I'm looking at doing what I'm doing while thinking about the things I'm thinking about. Really rather drove. Away. into the park. or at least somewhere nearby. Nearby is good seeing as you mightn't have registered your car before hand or even made yourself and your loved one a PBJ before entering full throttle as your preferred mode of trans-portation. Maybe if you'd portate in a state of greater responsibility then you'd have less barnacles in your basement. So really, you can sit and stew. Or you can just sit. And stew.

And Now I'll Show You How to Disappear a Grape

So at this moment in time I'm thinking about the police. They come in such large numbers and always cut corners missing this little girl and that stone there just past the corner. But let me tell you disappearances are upstanding these days. Outstanding really. Jon knows. You could ask him, but I don't think his lips can move. He's paraplegic after all. Think about it friends. Would you want this any different? I mean when roses are oasis what really could go wrong? CHIS-V. That's what codecs will get you. And they'll get you. And so will they. If you aren't already gotten that is. Lucky chap.

Well I guess it's about that time. It is 1:39 after all.

So without further ado... close your eyes for just a bit here...

Not So Uncommon

I got a late start the other day. It came as a late man walked with his late cane in the late evening. I couldn't tell where so much he was himself off to but he appeared to be going thusly way. suddenly. As I peered into the dark I thought I saw a lion with a mouse trap but as the fog drifted and the waves lifted what I found was not me but another on the bench in the mud. What did he come for? I wonder whether that is really what I wondered at that moment but in a moment found that wonder gone. I was alone. There were no trees. Only a brooke and some bags of candied apples that lay on the porch next to the potted plant. Hills and valleys. Figures and shapes of color and cut. Coming and going. I want to build balloon chairs for those who have none. I want to show people what fish can do for them. I want a basket. And I want all my eggs in it.

Tuck and Roll

The day can only get so crappy before it gets good again. Sometimes that good again comes at sleep. Sometimes at frisbee.(fine. always then) Sometimes at waking. Sometimes at three days later. But mind you sir... it comes. And when it does it brings with it a whale, a bucket, an axe, a butane torch and couple hundred packs of fireworks. And a fork. So when the going gets going hop on and maybe just maybe that thing will spin so fast you can throw out your legs and someday let go. It'll come. That's why we've always got forks around.

Don't Stop Believing

It's over man. Let it go. They'll come back some day. past may. Just when you're ready for farmer jones to come pecking around. He'll grab his shovel, you can grab your knife and the two of you can chase bears in the forest. Forests are good for these sorts of things. As well as for making trees. Which breed bees. They will drink the water from a gobblet, concluding that indeed the circle of life is complete. But rest assured it's not complete without I. Or in some parts of the country U. So happy birthday non-birthday manifold. All ye all's.
And all ye fours. Yar it be december!

Fake It

It had to change. And had to now. ...and now it has.
So lets look at things the way they ought to be. How they are just doesn't cut it anymore. I'll tell you why. The matter is simple. You now see you as I see you. I think it's rather... ...well it fits you. Don't like it? Well parts of you are the same. Some might say the dull parts. That's ok. A cookie's a cookie. Honestly though? There's more to you the way I see it. Smashing or damaged goods, that's the potato in a shotgun. Fire that sucker. It is nearing winter after all. Time is run out. run dry. run through. run around. run down. run out. run to death. Like a squirrel in a barrel of peaches.

Those are out of season too.

Stop Short

Yowsa! That test was such a kick in the non-poroverbial face. Like the real thing baby. Four problems in 50 minutes. Not bad huh? Just ... fifteen minutes per fella. It's just a little guy. I do say I don't think I've ever studied for a test so long in my life and then blown it so quickly. This is however why it's so nice to have so many partners in crime on this one. More than you can shake a stick at. So really, failure puts a smile on my face this time. And a big smile.

Somethin' Somethin'

It is indeed Wednesday as it says. 3:51 pm to be somewhat exact. I am currently dying of starvation. Lucky for me there is a truckload of melons that just came down my street and I got one. Maybe they'll come down your street soon. I'm going to go eat now. Then maybe I'll do some homework. Then maybe I'll figure out my classes. Then perhaps I'll prepare for graduation. Afterwords I'll run for supreme commander of earth. If there's time left over, I might go on a date.

...Don't mind if I do!

Who Needs Sleep?

Ahhh yes my friends, my confidants, my flotilla. I write a little ditty about how you can catch up on a few hours of sleep. Step one. Grab a lighter. Step two. Light said lighter. Step C. Burn whatever it is that happens to be keeping you up. This may be your homework, your television, or even your neighbor's fishbowl. Now, granted really, this may not be the best way to fix the problem in certain situations. If the case is so then follow step five... Step Six. Find a badger. Step seven. You know what to do with those.