| | oh man oh man oh man let me reiterate oh man. what is this process that
has consumed me, a process most vile and justifiably tense. make me
strong to change world events at the drop of a pin, a head so large
that a hat can't make its way onto. toss away notions of being or
existence and drop into a world of nonsense where the only way out is
key lime pie. forget the things of yesteryear and dive into pools of
chocolate pudding but don't forget your snorkel. please eat this food
and forget those facts, drink these beverages and demolish old houses
full of ratpacked garbage and memoriums of times in varied states of
disarray, undress, incompleteness, and altogether jollyness. dine in
time to the beat of the drums that dangle overhead and guide your
lackluster life and make it glow to states of disenchanted tomfoolery.
i enjoy almonds almost as much as salmon. i enjoy things of taste and
delight; feed me and don't lie to me and be my friend and i will
consider thee a saint among the forsaken. don't be a taxi driver or you
might get into car accidents on purpose, because sometimes they can be
silly dolphins that have realized why god is in the radio. dust off
your playing cards and deal yourself a hand of cards. a flush will win
you a grand prize, life in the big apple with two-hundred thousand a
year; a penthouse overlooking the people in a populace so full of
optomistic cynics and disproving theorists that you may forget that
speakers still fill with noise. glorious like napoleon upon his mighty
steed traveling across france and through the time zones. french like a
madeleine. a tasty treat, though quick to the finish. finnish speaking
zombies are those who will one day save your sinful soul, man, and
remember that when it happens, remember to tip the bastards, they need
the money for a new body in beverly hills. leave the bills alone on the
table, they'll take care of themselves, let's look at pictures of the
celebrities of tomorrow. let's dance in the shine of the heavens, let's
heave our hearts through our throats. let's speak are lungs and digest
in our brains. let's type with the ferocity of cougars and talk with
the audacity of sloths. let's remember the bad times and forget the
good times except when the bad times become the good. let's think about
what happened and when it happened and why it shouldn't of happened.
let's make it happen when we know it can't. let's do that.
how about it? if you're game, you know what to do. tie your shoes, take
a step through the threshhold of your brick house and walk on down to
the center of the line. yell out to the ignorant and the einsteins,
remind them of the life they were forgetting to feast upon, and remind
them to not cannibalize their dreams of yonder ways and places long
forgotten and faded. a clean dish of white cleared off and made new
with soap and water. germs have no place here, not at all.
don't forget the advice. it's important. it all boils down to this:
nothing is everything. at least that's what the left hemisphere
reminds. it could be the right though.
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