Mostly

I do nothing and a thong hits me!

With a look to the past

I say past

As in pat tense

And

Pretty much gone

To vanish

And be on its

Merry way

To some special unknown

Place

On some elevator

Going up or

Down!

Peace collecting now

Picture made me

Hearing the wind

And a glass cracks in half

Blown fast

Picture me running free

Doing as I choose

Magically

Oh have faith fine sir light of the world, good is on its way like cake, absurdly sublime, many good times so callu calla enjoy your days, be wise and shine, you do, break those blues, out weird spot with tidal smile detergerent for the smelly stuff!

We live in the age of brevity and wit and not the age of bulky novels.

never what a hole would seem

Sweet spot of a dream

Yet wretched shapes of being

Gnash their teeth

Sometimes scream

To distort the picture on the cave

Walls

With creepy paintings of

Zombies

The doors remain hidden

Hardly a dream at all

A computer hides behind the

Wall

You return to sanity

As the clock is ticking

Madly

Mad watch smashed hard

And flowers freeze in showers

Mad

It was far away

Formula one came

A flying car

Just for fun

Bees make flowers

Fruit dripping juice

Love this good life

Do.

Epic is on its way I PROMISE

Dear yahoo,

Feelings about events is not newsworthy.

What to say on this wonderful day?

It looks as if people are getting wild

A whole new zoo spirit is on the news

The zoo is exploding with life

Sudden the sloth enters the room

And gets busy doing major mental work

Nothing is making sense accept

The many types of food on the Menu

The wicked is not so apparent now

Even when a crisis hits

There is no bleeding cow

You can all feel secure as you log on

Then log off for the melody of love

The sweet cherry

Time is like a tooth being knocked out

Twist your body

Twist and shout.

Nobody says a thing about what seems unfixable,

The mood on major streets can suggest a type of horror, and people try to not notice. I wish I understood this better, but it is beyond me. It is like an urban flu that sits there day after day. The resteruant is the place to find freedom from this impossible horror. Thousands of dollars down the digestive track, eh?