To which path of destruction..

Surelely more vivid

Less extreme in stupid ways

To join the loafers on the beach

Mouths full of sand castles

It makes no difference

As a black soul

To join the barbarian women

In a spring of dropping violets

Please slap yourself silly

Rabbits run...

It is like the Day after Christmas..

A nowhere man in a nowhere land, not finding much, feeling a bit down on his luck, seeing ducks.

So I got some dudes looking at getting uplifted!

Try my uplifting jet packs

Full of curiosity wonder

Dreams of glory enhancements

Finest moments in motorcycles

Drinking sailors made of iron

Ducks in single file

Drama.

l got something moving

Lights are on

Blood moves

Focus onwards

Laser loves

Time rips

3.

I now have part one and two completed.

Part three is much more complex as it weaves into part one and two.  I fear extreme head aches, but am stoked to get to operate a lot of brain cells at the same time.

Surprised how Alice sort of loses her virginity to a bath tub, and loses interest in returning to reality, which is available to her!  A timid mouse her only company, her room forever?  Don t blame me, blame a muse.

I have been investigating the Bay Area..

My conclusion lately is due to the wild, perhaps crazy past of past of northern California, that a kind of insanity defense could be used for wrongness in its short history and (the place is still in the process of becoming)  Berkeley does cross the line with me though.  Yet they have apologized adequately.  San Francisco is the most loved city for me, as too much of the rest of the Bay seems tired out and not challenged enough.

I am going to show some balls

And invent the giant flaming cheese gun!

At last he was weeping

As he prepared his onion

A very dull thing

To dice without gambling

Though unreal tears were something

As if a bit exhausting

Yet untold memory might tell a story

Also in the realm of boring

As like a shadow on a mirror

Everything was everything

So nobody seemed to care

A tear jerker of a story

Missing garlic it seemed

Half correct

Yet still savory.

Popularity. wealth, fame, ha!

Prove fairly worthless wastes of time as they all can tumble in different directions.  All pointless, very pointless.

Weird is the new blue.

Am I the poetry man

With a thorn pulsing a potion

To talk stop look

You are so much

Then let's have lunch

Then roll on the grass

And see a vision

Of polka dotted cats

And cylinders spinning

TO spin YOU

You spin

And  the swing moves

If you want.