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while nuance may be
cumbersome it’s usually
a necessity
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1. How many years bad luck do you get if you break a mirror? Depends on how many facets it had to begin with.
2. What shouldnβt you walk under? The influence
3. Why are black cats crossing your path considered unlucky? Only The Shadow knows for sure
4. Why do we wear a wedding ring on the third finger of the left hand? Because you should always πΌ pass the Kutchie ‘pon the left hand sideπ΅
5. Why is it unlucky to open an umbrella indoors? Because you could put somebody’s eye out with that.
6. Why do we cross our fingers for good luck? Same effect as crossing the beams with a Ghost Buster gizmo.
7 . Why do we throw some over our shoulder if we spill salt? To keep the wolves away.
8. Why is wearing green at a wedding considered unlucky? Because that’s the color the Leprechauns wear to their nuptials.
9. What is signified by itchy hands? The paradox of one hand scratching.
10. Why do we cover our mouths when we yawn? Because you never know what noxious naprapathy might flow out.
Rock Steady
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In the world I was born into
There were rules handed down
From all the people around
No moaning
No crying
No sniveling
Toughen up
Suck it up
Pick yourself up
No blood
No broken bone
No doctor needed
Shake it off
Walk it off
Don’t be a big baby
Nobody likes a whiner
Were they
Was I
Was the world
Off it’s rocker
Or on it?
Any Port In A Storm
The sun rises and I PORT into my fancy binary ciphering machine for my morning imPORT input stream. Download all the compiled dreams and extraneous bytes of the nonsense my fleshy skull soft drive gleaned through it’s sensor array the day before and collate that which may be imPORTant and that which can be ignored, with the disclaimer and knowledge that I do so at my own peril. When on the lookout PORT side it’s usually the starboard side that gets you. After exPORT I gather my PORTable combo cipher / adding machine and wander out to the PORT of Chicago for my morning sortie.
Same Coin
Checks A Bouncing
Quandary
RDP Account In Arrears
1. Spirit in the Sky Sky Pilot
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2. MacArthur Park West coast panic in needle park
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3. A Whiter Shade of Pale Chroma Appropriation
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4. Crocodile Rock Chance the Snapper
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5. Run Don’t Walk
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6. Donβt it make your brown eyes blue Quotidian Morning Constitutional Achieved
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Fortunately
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7. Heaven can wait because the devil left the porch light on
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8. One night in Bangkok will require a cup with that athletic supporter
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9. I know him so well but I didn’t know about his mother
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10. Here comes the Sun. This message brought to you by the Vampiric Defense League
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Rumble in the Gumbo
I jumped on my high horse
Trustee, favorite fine mount
Pointed at others errant course
A regular self righteous fount
While spouting a toxic slurry
Full of media puke talking pouts
Full of flair and a fine flurry
Of shrill Banshee like shouts
Wallowing in my faux tone age
Having patience with no virtue
Spilling my sepia life rage
Leaving the taste of burnt roux
For all to rumble and gumbo about
I’m Vibrating Here!
Dinah Moe Hum was the first thing that jumped to my mind
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Now for those who call humbug; the second flash was, “She’s a humdinger. Folk singer.”
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Humming right along hereβ¦.
BTW. I’m not just humming, I’m resonance tuning
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Hey! I’m vibrating here!
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Then there were the humbucker pickups on my good old Gibson SG
Believe me when I played no one hummed along, but I got penty requests to play, “Far Away.”
Ha. I was still so loud I rarely got far enough away.
Such is my humdrum life.
I think I am all hummed out. So I’ll mumble my way out
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A Scroll Threw Life 