How do I keep staying young when that makes no sense?

I ask myself that a lot.  In fact once I believed I was two years younger then my actual age until someone corrected me.  Hey I have no clue why.

Read about the Roman Imperial Army and prepare to vomit everywhere ๐Ÿ˜ณ


We wish you a merry Christmas

May both your buns be cold

May your house remain forever

And water to plant death to life

For freedom to ring

For freedom across the sky

To by mine

Love of my life

Where dreams can fly

Oh!  I wish you a merry Christmas

I love you and you all sillies

Even falling hard and rising

Then falling

I wish you the best of things๐Ÿ˜

Ulysses and Finnagans Wake are probably the best poetic works in the last 100 years and Doctor Suees!

Do you hear a who?

James Joyce silly!

Henry James no more!

Dickens just got floored!

Let Mary Oliver into you Heart!

And grab yourself some Mad Magazines!


Life is good if you want it too

We are all puppies in love

Rolling on the red rug

During tea time!

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!๐Ÿ˜„

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!!!