Ah the good old days. When friends would come down the gangway and shout:
“Yo Pete….er, come out and play!”
ᕦ༼ ~ •́ ₒ •̀ ~ ༽ᕤ
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
Ah the good old days. When friends would come down the gangway and shout:
“Yo Pete….er, come out and play!”
ᕦ༼ ~ •́ ₒ •̀ ~ ༽ᕤ

why be clear when I
have so many English words
to obfuscate with

try to cut people
more slack than you are willing
to cut for yourself
all that slack just may make
the world seem a better place
best thing about low
expectations is that you've
given sufficient
slack already for almost
all things you'll meet on your way
now excuse me I
have some serious slacking
off planning for the
holiday season and the
new year's great expectations

early winter dusk mythos has the voice of a fashion model who is taken to drink and turning tricks. nothing beats a real myth bourne of chilly north winds blow sweeping rationality away from the glow of the warmth around the hearth authentic in its cloying heat keeping passion kindled through the drafty night
Not having things I
don’t want that others tell me
I should want is fact.
My gratitude for what I
do have is no mere mirage.
1. Macropinna Microstoma Carpet Cleaner Mini Foama
2. Fossa Mi Fossa Su Casa
3. Leafy Seadragon Pond scum submerged snapdragon
4. Dik-Dik Paddy Mick give a dog a scone
5: Lilac-Breasted Roller Flower covered rolling pin
6. Mata Mata Ana Cona Puna
7. Halitrephes Jelly is good but very smelly
8. Pacu Kid was a friend of mine
9. Gobi Jerboa Rocky Balboa’s deceased sparring partner
10. Aye-Aye Captain! Damn the Halitrephes Jelly. Full spread ahead.

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It started with a fever
Fifty years ago or so
Raged at a fevers pitch
Seared to an embers core
An extended fever dream
A fiery consuming ditch
Dug through my epoch seam
As years passed unseen
Gave way to nightly sweats
Low grade daylight fever flight
Fancies flooded daylight hours
Then one day not so long ago
Half century fever broke
Shattered what was within
Shattered all that was without
Leaving only dreams of night
Displayed for none to see
To straddle my flâneur days
A gentleman of leisure
If you please
Sleeping in many days
Baby sleep and fever free
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Underwhere
I mumbled
While practicing
My thousand yard stare
Overthere
What
Why are they always a pair
Who
Underwhere
No
Underwear
Oh
I didn’t care
Even if they have a tear
From being caught in my snare
Because
Underwear presupposes
Overwear
Since I knew I had a spare
I supposed I could wear
My underwear over my underwear
Inventing overwear
Overwhere
No
Overwear
Pointless perhaps
High fashion for others
But I still won’t share
Because the fare
Is just not fair
Now back to playing Commando Bear