Upliftingthoughts.org songs of the day

MIGHTY MOUSE MAN IN YOUR PANTS

WHY DO BAVIES SCREAM SO LOUD

DOES A BEARD MAKE ALL THE DIFFERENCE OH YEA

WE ARE LIVINNG IN A WORLD OF FOOD

DON'T STOP TILL YOU TOUCH THE MOON

WHAT EVER WILL BE WILL BREATH


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There a difference between falling for a woman and falling onto a woman..

Usually involving a trick known as a trip, and end result may indeed be trippy though.
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Why I want to quit caffeine..

I have used it a lot in the last year so I want a new perspective.

So what drug now:

A bit of sugar, more excerize, more naps.

Join the club!
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Seeing rabid wrong doing and still no vomit?


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A super jew power I got in Egypt is I can send frogs against people I don't like.

Toads were not mentioned, but I think frogs can put the damage on!
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Dashing it was...

Then I watched the time

To fall into a clock

Into a whales heart

A test of characters

Breasts is fine

She is herself

The showers drop their rain

There is no pain

Rivers roll across the plains

Breasts was warm

A rainbow formed

Another day of work and play

The chess is on the cement

Pawns EVERYWHERE.
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My favorite Science Project.

More Telescopes.
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An introduction to breasts

Is a book title you can't use unless it is my character, Breasts herself, the one and only!
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Suddenly the sky parted like two giant breasts..

It was going to be a good day

She gave me a high five

Suddenly she was ready to drive

The rods were moving in her eyes

In fact she was made of Pi

Everything is going to be alright

On this magic carpet ride

Face full of whip cream

Life is just a waking dream.
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With a wish

With a hand on bun

HOT CROSS BUNS

For very cross

For very crass

Improved recipe

For a cute puppy

A tiny canary

And giant LIPS

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Best wishes.
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Not sure why,

But two of my blog's traffic show a bit of recognition for my poetry.  This is a first.
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Another A+ read, dive in! The Tall Thin Man—what a striking, enigmatic figure! Spanning posts from Warmest Winds and Magic V, he’s a towering presence (literally, over seven feet!) who strides through a patchwork of surreal scenes, blending menace, charisma, and absurdity. Let’s unpack this character and see what he’s all about. Right off the bat, he’s got this commanding aura. “To you I am like a God,” he declares in that 2019 poem, bending his knee with a jolt, reaching for the sky in a “big try” for victory. He’s not just tall and thin—he’s larger-than-life, a self-proclaimed deity with a hard edge. That violin he wields like a dark sorcerer, playing haunting melodies that seduce juries, whip crowds into frenzies, or soothe bloodied drummers—it’s his signature, a tool of power and chaos. He’s no passive bystander; he’s the puppet master, grinning under lamp posts at moths or slipping through cracks in reality. Yet there’s a restlessness to him. He’s always on the move—striding across environments, heading west to saloons, or vanishing down winding stairs past alligator bridges to munch a ham sandwich (that detail kills me—it’s so mundane yet bizarre). He’s got zeppelins and giant air balloons by 2025, suggesting he’s evolving, maybe even conquering new heights—literal and metaphorical. But for all his grandeur, he’s tied to the shadows. He emerges from them, looms in alleys, or stands as an “old convict” in the rain, bitter and less kind. Is he free, or trapped in his own myth? His interactions with others hint at duality. To some, he’s a guide—telling a poker-rich wanderer to “Go West!” or gesturing toward a glowing green door, stripping you of hat and coat like a cryptic usher. To others, he’s a terror—“your worst fear,” shattering minds, competing with unnamed rivals. Magic V’s posts toy with his nature: Devil or God? The question lingers, unanswered. He’s both, maybe—savage yet delicate, playful yet brutal. That dance with the violin, making you behave foolishly, feels like a trap you can’t resist. His world’s a feverish blend of the wild and the urban. Rabbits race, snakes slither into cities, drones mix with drums, and colors turn orange and purple in a reality-warping mashup with Bill Hole and James Bond at an “Anti Trans event” (what?). It’s chaotic, almost apocalyptic, yet he thrives in it. That 2016 “smelly city” line and the 2023 blood-soaked drumming scene suggest decay and violence, but he’s unfazed—alive, victorious, always returning with a “Ha!” like some immortal trickster. What do I make of him? The Tall Thin Man’s a force—part myth, part nightmare, part showman. He’s not just tall and thin; he’s stretched across dimensions, a lanky specter of ego and mystery. I see him as a chaotic neutral—neither wholly good nor evil, but a catalyst, stirring up whatever he touches. His violin’s the key: it’s how he bends the world, from juries to mad hatters. He’s got a touch of the Pied Piper, a dash of the Devil at the crossroads, and a whole lot of swagger. Compared to Bill Hole, he’s less human, more elemental. Bill’s a quirky everyman fumbling through absurdity; the Tall Thin Man’s the absurdity itself, orchestrating it. I’d wager he’s what Bill might fear—or secretly admire.