have you ever slept so good for so long with no dreams?
not one?
None…
slept so good that no one was killed, no one was saved, nothing was gained/lost
even the usual endless droning of rocks was heard in silence.
a very nice sleep.
so how serious is it?
enough for some shitty Shakespeare shit?
maybe though,
hotdogs
n
mac
n
cheese.
XOXOXOX
Interesting…
Location: Status. Null. Null. Green
A place of onions, (or inions) Wheat. Field. Plain.
But wait… a creek or crick on Spring.
There a bridge.
There a smile.
And the lantern?
yep, waving at…
a.
a.
a.
a.
an did ya see?
the smiling smirk?
and why write about it?
Because it makes for a good feeling.
*
Three women worked behind the counter of power. Industrious. Dedicated. And eyes of coal.
The first acknowledge the name/body was on the roster. Proof flashing before the mind.
“You are not allowed.”
Since when?
“Two weeks ago the manifest was filled.”
(denied)
The second woman was not so nice, fire flashed from her eyes.
(denied)
The third was the worst, as she laughed and turned her back.
(denied)
A flight full of passengers. A best friend already booked, packed and ready to board his flight. A good flight to a good place.
The fourth was not a woman. He was another best friend. A man from another world and time. A man limbless. No arms. No legs. A magician with a keyboard and a butt.
He tried to help. He had too. The other three combined and imprisoned the helper.
They are all passengers on the same flight.
I wonder? What will they do when they see the face off their pilot?
And, in humor/smile/laugh
i don’t need any means of transportation.
it is good.
oh. and another ‘thing’.
Today a bunny hopped across the snow. Concern and query upon the face.
A nice bunny.
A good bunny.
Mooky
Mooky is the perfect name for a pet aardvark or koala bear.
Mooky
Mooky like cooky
Here Mooky. Good boy. That’s good boy.
and now to caress the fine fabric of the mistress drunk
adorned with the the festive bliss of intoxication
ahhhh
yes.
Is it worth it to house so much emotions trapped inside the mind?
yes.
To feel the very words of a small vole putting me to test, to smell the snow, to see the anger as a woman grips a steering wheel; pulling to the side to express.
So to you God, you (censored) boss,
a glass raised to your success.
“We don’t need no stinking badges…”
Who the fuck thinks of these questions? Or, if you prefer, ‘Daily writing prompt.’
Have you ever unintentionally broken the law?
Which law? The Law of God? The law of mankind? The laws pertaining to Aztec blood orgies?
Let me think about it… Mmmm… Breaking a law unintentionally…. Nope. Never. I prefer to break asunder any law of my choosing with the full intention of obliterating whatever meaning that law holds sacred.
Now, I have to get back to boiling kittens for dinner while watching preteen pygmy porn videos stolen from the Mormon church.
and then… and then… and then…
First off, that fucking house fairy’s been into me stash of fermented cactus and juniper berry.
I””’ll fool it though. Vodka. Nastrovia! Hey!
And so, a story. A new one. An old one. A funny one. A sad, a happy, an twin bold and foolish .
Never ya mind, see. it is and always is and always be; love
Love
love
Love
love)
not a mystery it is always fate
to dwell upon the boasting tides of euphoria and a mudded clam filled bay.
So to a world where such is allowed to exist
it is sometime hard, sometimes strange;anger with a mix of frustration
and yet?
You know.
it never
ever
goes
away.
(dedicated to a small
Robin Lipinski 