Imagination is Unwarranted

I once met a man from nantucket who decided to hit me with a bucket. It was a lesson I learned quickly that I can't trust a person from the deep south. It was a tried truth brought about by a weird crazed phenomenom that can't be digested by just drinking a glass of milk and wondering why televisions sit so flatly on a pedestal of despair. It was a wrong way down the right path of informality with a twisted vortex of turns and returns that don't allow a common man to really understand why one should develop relationships with figments of your imagination. It doesn't justify a doubt in ones mind over the rational thinking of two dogs sitting with their paws in the air. Its a succint combination of lies and laughs with a sprinkling of sarcasm mixed with an ounce of doubt. If there ever was a reason to doubt once self esteem it is now. It takes the time of many men thinking of random thoughts and twisted dreams of debauchery. I wish there was a slipe and slide through life. Weaving through the conomdrom of existence with a smidgen of laugther through the eyes of a wandering nomand unsure of his last check he deposited when he had that job in new mexico making burritos and salsa. It was a dark day driving on the left hand side of the road with a twinkle in an eye hoping that he had a close relationship with the gravy he smothered on his chest. It brings me great joy to see that he was able to bring it down upon the many people he learned to hate. I bring to you laughter and relief. It brings me great pleasure to introduce to you.. Blah

A Fight with Pickle

Sandwich said to pickle.. "I'm sick and tired of being paired up with you.. " Pickle wasn't to happy about the confrontation so he inquired with mayo and ketchup why they were such a tasty pairing and why he couldn't have that same relationship and why he really had no say in the matter. What this all means in some weird crazy way is that chocolate has diarrhea and fried chickend has the mumps. I really don't know how to let you in on the real secret. If there was a time that I had a plethora of options to delay the inevitable time swap of manic depression brought upon by a manic ass clown then I could tell you. There comes a point in your life where you take a toothbrush over a toothpick and realize that it was the wrong decision. You come to that crossroad of thinking that white is better then black. Its a metamorphasis of unpretentious children sitting in hammocks having ice tea and discussing the way things were and the the way they should be. You analyze rhymes and riddles and hope that you have figured out what that stench was in your basement. Its a pickle that wound up being upset at the sandwich. Its a feeling of brutal lonlieness and a target above the navel of a monkeys right toe. Its a shot that came out from left field. It really makes no sense I tell you. Its a stupid proposition that will get you absolutely nothing. It makes no sense that a white pigeon will sing a black song. It makes complete sense that a turkey will sing its final song. I hope the man in the black hat explained to you in detail that it really doesn't make any sense to try to fight off the impulse of undying affection you have for strawberry short cake. Its a muffin tin fulll of marbles that will get you a backlashing from a pigmy python on a power trip. I wish you truly understood the mind of a maniac that takes shots at the biggest mistake of it all was trusting Bacon with Tomato while Lettuce was on vacation. I digress while I undress the opinions of all my other produce rotting in my bottom drawer of my fridge. I miss pickle.

One is the lonliest number

I know why people sing songs. I know why people sing of lonliness and of heartbreak. It is what makes us. It is what makes life real. I wish I can say hapiness is year round and that is makes all the sense in the world to be happy at all times. I truly don't know what i'm feeling right now. I read something that should make me happy and it does make me happy but I at the moment am not happy. It makes me worse off then before. A black cloud has engulfed me and I am once again sad. A pathetic version of myself just exploded onto the scene. Its a rational moment that I cannot face the lining of a veiled bra with an underwire that poked me in the eye. Shoot me now for I forever am in your piece of mind with a banana and a sausage mocking you to a means that has no end and an end that has no means. I procrastinate in a world that has no belongings and no ill will towards humanity. This is the world that I see coming for me. A place of decadence and flowers with wilted and jilted lovers coming from a hind quarter of a midget man bouncing on pebbles of broken glass and a case of kaliks brought from a moment that would seem would live in eterenity. I digress and I redress hoping that for one minute I am able to follow the sense of accomplishment I was hoping to feel. This is not so painful I thought. It all made sense before. I move on and wimper. I know what it is like to be the sad man.. to be hated, to tell only lies.....

I was watching TV the other day and realized that i had no clue what i was watching it was a program talking about monkeys and I realized I always wanted a monkey. Is it so hard to really want something that you can't have. I think there is a way that I can have what I want and yet not have what I want. This makes sense in some convoluted way as I sit in my hammock and hope that I can bury a unkown amount of cheese in my backyard. I will horde it and hope that it will stay for that one time I have a party and everyting will workout. I thought about firing my hamster the other day. He fills all the requirements for a lazy worker. sits around eats all day and really does nothing. He doesn't have a clue that he is about to get laid off.. Ha Ha. My pet dog just told me how funny it is that the hamster is going to get fired. If he only knew he was next that ungrateful bastard. I really hope that I can find some sense to the meaning of a green candle burning on a full moon. It really doesn't make sense for a one armed monkey to wave to me. I don't want him falling from his tree while he whistles a tune of sadness and desolation. This seems to be my word of late. Desolation, lonliness.. Wow. I will chanel the man in the black hat to show me a think or too!

All the glitters is not golden

I wish i could on a piece of sand and really let you know how it feels to be bleeding from a object that is near a destitue clunking machine called my heart. There was a way that i used to travel back in the age and day of time. A reason for hope and a reason to laugh. There was a means to the end a progress of time and the leap of faith. It was a card given to an old friend and a shallow forgetful kiss into oblivion. You think you know what I'm talking about shouted the man in the black hat. But my friend you ahve no clue what it really means to wake up in a dreadful sweat and be intoxicated by a ravenous ellyfish. I wish I could explain to you what makes the beetle tick. I wish i could tell you how it was once a loud and smelly turtle that made the sense to pick up the tattered sign on the road of life. It was a black and white drawing the drew him into the black wall. It was the toast of life and the needle in the thread. My friends I have no clue what to give you for your birthdays. I would like to give you a hamster or maybe a toothpick laced brush to run through your hair. I wish I could give you glitter to place it on your cherised belongings and to sing a song.. Sing Tra a la a la! Will that make it better. I do not know. I don't know anymore.. I have lost the last ounce of self decency. I have read a book that had no meaning. I have too many times shut down myself and placed an important meaning into the hands of someone who told me to just shut up. I plead for forgiveness from the one who doesn't think I should be forgiven. I want to yell and scream but have realized toad doesn't want to be friends with rabbit. It was a crazy mixed up world he shouted. I hope you can get me a piece of caramel shouted squirrel to rabbit. I will get you soon,
I will get you soon...

a place of misery for all to enjoy

i found out the other day that i would be the star in a cereal commerical. I thought ot myself how stupid that i would be chosen for such role. What do i do do i sit and just eat the cereal make a face of enjoyment as the cereal enters my mouth and crunch away at the stupid flakes of sugary goodness>? is this supposed to make me happy. What does make me happy. You come to a point in your life where everything seems to be going your way. You think you have the world vy the balls but yet you have nothing. You have whhat amounts to shit. You have acouple of possessions that you covet. in reality those possessions are hardly worth a damn. Damn this world. Damn the society that has placed the importance on happiness.
I once told a person that feeling like crap is a good thing. If you only feel good the entire time do you even know what it means to feel good? You have to feel like crap and feel like everything sucks in order to really understand what true happiness really feels like. I can tell you right now that I am not in that happy spot. I am adrift in self misery and wallowing and wishing only for a mere indgredient in my life that would bring me joy. Is there a reason for this misery. Abosolutely not. It is in no way understood. There is no ryhme or reason. Just a urge to disconnect from society, reality and everyone and everything.
I'm out.. its short its sweet its to the point. I need that. I need???

all that glitters is not golden

we move on to think of lessons we have learned in life. We think of the times that people have told us what is right and what is wrong. We think of the times that we realized these people were wrong we know that from learning the lessons in life. everyday a new lesson is taught to us. We find a means to rid the world of all these truths we find to be so important to us. What is important to us. Its the days of the old and the days of the new combined into one great green pasture. we find ways to hurl ourselves forth into oblivion. We are toys of a new generation that speaks of times when the land before yore was just a place where the safe mind rested well with ease. We go back into time and find all the places we visited and time the times we wasted wondering what will go into our memories of times we had fun. Idle minds waste idle moments. We wish we moved into that place. we wished me spent time with our Friends. Makings sense is not worth it. Its not wise to believe that we can so evidently be a piece of someones heart and yet in moments we can end the pain and suffering and think of the past as the worst days of our lives. We mumble incoherent things and walk the walk of a man who has no shovel. It makes all the sense in the world to think that you will be a pleasant soldier in the journey of fame and rituals. It makes no sense to think in the past thought. It only makes you stronger to go forth and piece together the puzzle of life. It makes sense to think things trough. Actually you should make rash decisions and squander all your free time playing world of warcraft. I tell you my peeps. its time! Its time to make the world a better palace. Its time to get up and do the think you always wanted to do. Ha I'm kidding its not time. its the worse possible time. Everyone will tell you that and threat is the problem. We listen to everybody we listen to it all. I'm a man twice scorned and scorned i have many times. I look into the past and see pictures of trees and beauty. I look at the pictures and see that what i once thought was a happy time. I go forth and wander in amazement that the many things that i once thought would make Me happy do not anymore. I need a drug to get me into a reality. I need a sense of achievement that will make the pain go away. I speak like i have been hurt and emotionally scared. I need an outlet to channel my anger. I need I need?? what do i need. I wish i knew. I wish i had a damn idea.I wish.. and the ball rolls on. It passes you buy and you had no idea that is passed the events of your life which you held most dear. Don't wait for ti. Jump on it.
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I am thinking of yellow flowers coming from the root of a roosters mouth. I am thinking of a green keyboard spitting out words and matches and tigers and orchids. I am lost man thinking of times of great calamity. I think of my sweet tooth and my funny bone. I think of cruise ships driving by. I think of delirium and sadness. I thinking of falling down. A rogue wave hit my ship. It washed my bicycle off into the shore. I found it twelve days later attached to a skeleton of a owl. If i could only comprehend that savages of the toothless ferret. it was a game he tried to play with me. A game of foreshadowing and the past tense of a wild moment. I don't think you can figure out what he was thinking. I don't think you can even guess at what he told myself. and the others sitting at the dimly lit kitchen table. With a spoon and a spork in his hand. He tried to eat the leftovers which were sitting on the table prepared by his great-aunt. It was a way to make people Happy. It was a way to make mike finally think of the children he abandoned. I to am confused. I wish I knew what to do. I really don't and that bothers me. I don't know who to turn to and who to write to. I do know that if i do it will upset me. I'm confused and don't have a dollar to give to the man in the black hat. I feel the pain go through me, from my hair on my head to the fingers f my clenched fist. I need an outlet. I need me. Its all about something or someone that has had a terrible reason for turning in his black coat. It was a place where you felt safe. I give to you the reason for being.
Its almost safe to say that i don't have a clue. I type and type until my fingers hurt. I don't know if you get what I'm trying to say. I do know that its going to be a hard thought to swallow its going to be a time that you wish things were going to be ignored. I give you.. Nothing. you get it yourself. You don't need any one to tell you anything. You got it and you want it. Got it ?