Emu, lunatic, drone, missing, Hank Williams, music box
twas a droning sound
lunatic? who rode Emu?
music box wind down.
hank williams honeymoon amiss?
and just who’ll out-hiss
an ornithologist, bad jokes, erector set, cormorant, Elvis
ornothologists.. studyers of birds… birds is slang for gals, female humans, women, etc
bad jokes time… if karaoke means empty orchestra, and thus a fart is karaoke…otherwise it’s shit…
and if you’re really interested in an erector set joke…just, just type in breasts. 😛
sing it, Elvis.
he studied the room
cormorants yes, aplenty
chain saw, archipelago, tandem, rabbit, emerald
gin, tequila, coconut rum
Tabasco sauce, lime-aide, creme de menths, pepper, lemon juice, lemon sour mix, grenadine/cherry syrup.
or, if i just posted about birdies and all that LOVE and the storied stars… booze. no brainer really
Northern lights, prehensile, love in all its forms, dish soap – can I laughingly say that if seeing aurora borealis from the south pole counts as seeing the northern lights?… as duhc everywhere is in fact “northern” 😀 but anyways
Picture with me please
love greed’s grasping? and dish soap
lit up in the skies
dish soap – via quick searching dawn is the soap of choice 😉 to not kill your poor pals who need a shine up.
“it’s written in the stars, and every line in your heart” – dire straights, brothers in arm – mark knopler composing.
I wonder if in early language, treasure was from tre or very and azure or blue. I wonder what the turkey vultures of fate would squawk at me giving that part of the game away. spark up the old dodge pickup and remember while you cuss tryin’ it ain’t no ford. but ooooee! the wonder a running truck makes at a port-a-pody at fulllll speed.
blue blots across the lot with the occassional lump of treasure… what a map. or was it just a mosaic? fork it… no, the salad of iceberg not the literal leftovers map! let the siren call come of the tendrils … I want roachcoach. why ever did they get that name too, i don’t walk up to any of them and spot cockroaches people or otherwise. of that i’ve no regret.
oh the dreams of turning the whitehouse …you know the mexican white house back to nature you know a tre very azure very blue map …ah…yep, i thought for a second i didn’t know how embedded slangs were to prove only the treasure is catching one’s self with a very blue mouth mapping out every sin I never knew i had. back to work
“they may wine and dine your…but once you’re out of the way, you can’t expect it to be a pleasure – the pod in the barrier, theodore sturgeon; galxy magazine september 1957.
I was wined and dined to be a department lead in electronics. the interview was more than 30 minutes with the chieftain herself… one or the other gadget guru or wrangler the carts shoveling doo doo. and it was but one week later five grand left of it’s own legs from the stupidest security measures I’d have had to be responsible for. I wonder if I’d lost my mind trying to take the best and only squat duty that remained… but my tenure there while brief didn’t include explaining gross neglegance… my inventory even grew….yeah budy, we got ourselves some FANCY carts during my tenure. but like the story continues, it was still a suide mission 😉 if not of my pride but what energy of my soul…well, i don’t work there, it was more than science fiction to think i could as the temperatures fell and the people got lazier and lazier thus the job more trecherous… back to reading magazines i guess 😀
teleport the pin prick geneologies
any anniversary holiday
im over due the beer and something bbq sauce
perhaps a blood orange ipa float
nope soap swadled little floaties.
terrific tadpole: today 10:30 til 11;15, main ool.
AND DON”T FORGET TO PICK UP the kidergarderner.
the utility says just says coldly amount due
and i walk in a hypoglycemic haze
Iwhy not not the latest licorices?
they lower blood sugar extending your days
pouch fish with tarragon vinnegrette.
hygh glycemic fish with the annisette shown to lower
yes tarragon is annisette like in flavors or black licorice
so is thus absinthe, jaegermeister and disaronno too
but I doubt anyone’s thinking some kind of pub named carbomb
I would see the mountain, dear John
and you all thought it was a letter say bye forever
more like hello freedom minus fleas and stitches
at least til the snow sneaks in.
then it’s a saloon sound sobrietied out
rocky mountain High…. colorado
I’m flippin’ high talk to me tomorrow
what was that lyric again
oh yeah amount due.