Clocks askew as I
No matter how hard I try
With money to buy
Seem to steal on a whim
All my daylight savings time
Askew
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Carve
👻
Slice away hollow all hallows disguise of fear
Where pumpkins grin
While humanity plans sin
Tricks and treats all beat their feet
Through urbane humanities urban street
Foolish fantastical ways of thinking
Gunna get them something sweet to eat
Still the strong eat the meat
While the meek all retreat
Carve through realties flimsy costume veneer
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Guzintas and Gozoutas
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I find myself living in the cosmic combo platter of prompts that feed directly up the flapdoodle flagpole that is my stream of consciousness. Trying to make sense of the chaos that is the firehose of information of all flavors while sorting through what may be plausible as opposed to implausible makes me realize that my inputs are like this mess of cables on this utility pole flowing with flapdoodle opinions to the internets while becoming the material basis for many immaterial opinions posing as expository ejaculations of noisy nonsense, twaddle, and other wu wu waste management emissaries that are well outside my immediate sphere of influence. Now that I have expunged my flapdoodle foliage into the stream I will devour a heaping helping of flapjacks with a good portion of thick syrupy material on top.
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Cello Dolly
♩♪♩♬ ♬♩♪♩
hello cello with
your invisible “H” what
music you can make
Great Escape
escapism is
all well and good but it will
get you in the end
there is no escape
from the past but there is no
future there either
Inventions Child
Rock Steady
ᕦ(ಠ_ಠ)ᕤ
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.
A Scroll Threw Life 