Observe from afar Stupefied into silence The daily discourse
About time for golden silence to infect the occupant
Occasionally struck By a stray ray of kismet Causality queue Affect a casual stance While waiting for the effect
Three sheets to the wind One maudlin Martini slurp Follows another A blizzard of bar coasters Under turned over new leaves
a ray of reason can break the maudlin silence by turning new leaves
Phrazez that Payzez
Turning common misery Into ordinary unhappiness One day at a time.
I may not be a great marksman, but I once shot an ocelot in my slippers and pajamas. How that cat got into my pajamas I’ll never know. But the story always made Captain Spaulding drool when he entered through his stolen Groucho Marx joke portal.