Time to share this:

poetry was often better before the 20th century and you have been living in a kind of dark ages.

Suddenly there she was

Eating cake and having it too

What else grows from honey

To jugle forever systems also

Both tits rotating crystal balls

Fathom the long hallways yes

Endless toys for mindlessness

The screams cross currents no

Heads rolling like bowling

Balls tossed around

Eyes covered

Sad.

So what did Alice Destroy?

She smashed her chocolates

Then broke some kit Kat bars

And stomped on some green

Jelly

So falls the hungry ones

As so fat they fell

Big meaty and hungry

Toppling as if hit with ick

Now it is a wasteland of

Hard to get completely

So there are many hands

The man the boat freely

With their favorite goat

Because goat is happy!😄

We are running fast

Some people love

Some just want a cash

So to sit and smile

Smoking blue hash

They sit around the fire

Sing those songs

Let yourself be free

Lonely mornings come

Now I have something

No deception is working

I'm on my way to good things

Nobody is laughing now

I'm walking through time

Bouncing through space

With space ladies

Inside a globe

Let it snow!

It was all up to Breasts

And as usual Breasts was ready

There was nobody else like her

No competition anywhere

If it was to be

Breasts would be queen

Of the Universe!

Seems like America had hit some turning points recently and with odd American magic the future somehow excites my curious mind.

The future may be a strange form of Jetsons after all?  So while Portaland and Austin try to stay weird the country accidentally is getting weird anyway and it was all along.  Sometimes to bring out barf bags and sometimes to inspire moments of extreme patriotism.   Only in America!!! 

Sounds as sweet as love..

No pointed icicles to puncture

But holding the heart in wonder

Tasty with a touch of berries

Lights rotate green tiny fairies

Oh your ship sails with liberties

Letters to a children who writes

Say you are learning new hats

With the white swans into songs

Living longing for the art cries

Darling lets dance in mornings

Not with loss in your heart


Let your spirit rise

Do not shed a tear

Never do you cry

I am there for you

Dream can be true

Never do you cry

Do not shed a tear

Thoughts stop here as brain power is not great enough to topple the Great Wall of China!

Claiming great stuff does not address reality sometimes.

Adapting can be seen as a beautiful word and not something negative!