Live and learn.

Poet Warriors do good for Ukraine and with that Nato. Warrior family, yep. (Hyman-Cohen-Kaplin-Guttman)

The time was right for lunar madness, reaching far past the galaxy, ripping space time, she arrived with points to point at that glowed as they moaned....

I find your lack of cheese disturbing.

The cats want their chow.

I live on my feet, mostly climbing trees, handing my poems to the sun, burns them good, and I am not so alone, rooted to hills of dafodills, where ducks often go to derail things.

A fish that sucks on stuff, she is no love of mine, and her flashing lips they hypnotize, in intervals of fish saliva, fall as soon as the moon rises, enter a cosmic parade, masks run in circles, speaking nonsense, but you love the hidden gold that smells like sea weed, just growing more licken, and licking till pops the tart open.

Destroy oppressor, destroy.

Democrats are getting into blue sun positions.

The Bay Area will rise again.

Show me your wardrobe.