a beleaguered fool once told me that life was a opinion of different rants and lessons brought by a man with a very small level of intelligence. I listened for a moment to this supposed wise man and humbly told him he was a fool. In return i received what i believe to this day was an extraordinary lesson. I won't mess with squirrels. Yes this may seem completely inane it may feel like i have totally lost the last little reasonable thought in my mind. Got you again i have no clue that is what the madness allows us to come up with. It lets us figure out what is wrong with our small yet uninteresting lives. It makes us feel for one moment that we have all fix on reality that we can do something we believe in. But this version got us a different tale. One of mistakes and a plethora of forgiveness. Why might you add such a deep thought to the fixations of a lunatic. It is the reason why i delve so deep into the unimaginable. Its the reason i sing lullabies to dogs. I can't figure why i should even type a sentence anymore. I figured out the reason for my grass being green. chocolate. it is written somewhere where a man once told me that if i did not come up with an ideas soon enough i would be strung up and dealt with accordingly. i did not wish this upon the man i did not wish this upon sam i am. It was sam that needed the fix. I figured it would be a notion of good intention a figure of speech that would allow me to figure what the man in the black hat was trying to tell me. I don't know why i torture you and me and Micheal with a form of poetry that is in no end a old diatribe of inconsequential gibberish. I told you i told you! you told me many times that i just can't figure what to do with this sneeze my pet hamster has. I don't know my friend what you want me to do. I will figure out a tune that will harmonize the common folk. I need bliss I cried. I need a form of outlet to make me mind scream free. I hate my spoon said the fork. I don't know what is getting into me. The old man cried to me and said that he is going to erase the noodle selection therapy words that were proclaimed by a small pathetic physic. I am over this mood over the right to sing over the right to have a good time. I don't need the right i need the reason he muttered under his breath. He was sick of the doing good and the doing bad. He needed a release that taught him to appreciate the decadence of a burden of white pillows fixing up to the small piece of skin attached to the mail order catalog of yellow helmets. It was a place that blue and white kids would play with bows and arrows. a place where starbucks and chilis served the same entrees. It was a sorely missed place where in a little while you would realize the mistakes of your past and find out the strength to change was in a life saver candy that you bought your first girlfriend who you swore would be your wife. I hate life said the pickle it was a joke that salt told pepper and ham told relish. It was a never ending cycle of biblical proportions. Boy was he wrong. He was so wrong he was right! And that is the lesson of this post. You win no matter what you do be it right or wrong.
To the best friends a guy good have
The MAN in the Black Hat
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