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?

Say Yo America: "The Constitution" the living document, THIS IS YOUR LIFE!

1860 TO THE PRESENT!

A STORY TOLD BY MARK GUTTMAN

ON THE LIFE AND TIMES OF AN EXPERIMENT

THESE WORDS WRITTEN DOWN

TO CHANGE OUR IDEA OF GOVERNMENT AND LIFE

THE ONE AND ONLY

THE AMERICAN CONSTITUTION

WE BEGIN RIGHT BEFORE THE CIVIL WAR.

ONCE UPON A TIME IN A LAND FAR AWAY...

Cat woman was a delusion in the TV

Now little one to present a gym

A gymnasium

For the concept of action

Never terribly repetitive

Or arthritic to frozen symptoms

As a freeze ray is capable

Interesting public relations

Like an intimate discussion

Your arm reaches far

But you can not touch

Cat Woman

the end and more...

Giving out facts is a bit rude, as in how much writing on line is PR and conspiracy hogwash?

deep in the fog of a frame!!

A life of the imagination

On the streets

On the streets again

Mixing in odd spots

So strange

I think I like it!


The bay remains

The bridge to green Marin

Where

Memories mix with the now

Present reality

Egrets calling.

Nothing exciting like...

a speeading illness

Creeping like a strange cloud

Creeping as it does

Sleep little darling

As the cloud shifts like

A small planet!


The unnatural is stunning

Until a point.

I must confess I have a hologram of a yellow duckling that is farting into the water!

It is better than Teli!

And my favorite toy as a baby was my rubber ducky!

So fun

Rubber Ducky

You're the one!

Perhaps there is a strange binary constant between something and nothing,

an extreme example is while walking on a sidewalk your feet pound on something.  On the binary there is no sidewalk and you are basically nowhere with pretty much nothing.  Huh?

The cat came back the very next day and spinning the Forrest into life for secrets of love and life arise arise cat no name tabby.

So what's news Smarco,

I have not reached level 3 yet, but I am living in the Silver Age.   definition for Silver Age is on of my notebooks.  Sorry.

Searching for Stardust...

In time in time there

The music is full

Accounting for all

Twerks.