Today is yet another day. I am content. Life is a steady stream, and we are all in different boats going down the same river of life. Today my boat is not retaining too much water. I do not feel over loaded. Loaded last night, but after the final drop was squeezed out they recalled the bottle due to lead. But the machine broke.
Do you smell that? It's the smell of nonsense, oozing from me like a steady flow of lava; determined to make it to the coast line. Speaking of the coast line did you see the big purple mountain? There was an eagle flying over it until it was struck by a missile headed to shoot down something in the stratosphere. Damn spies like us. When the snow ceases the desert sky burns on low heat until the pressure is relieved. Without pressure there is no dinner, without the feast there is no identity, without distinctiveness we are all lost. Did you get the packing slip with that café au lait?
Did you hear that? Once you receive the sign there is always pressure to explain it. The symptoms involve clusters of righteousness followed by brief periods of prolonged delusions. Always out to get my sensibility. But the eagle never recovered, another great symbol stolen from its height of glory and grace. Did they find you in a mental hospital? Promise me that if I need help you refuse immediately and mumble something about the greater good of America. A rational mind always justifies the greater good especially when contemplating the laundry.
Where was I? Oh ya, the purple mountain and coast lines. Oh no wait I haven't been there in years, maybe it was the amber waves of grain? That sounds a bit closer to home. Speaking of a home, do you have an extra to share? No? No worries most people don't, perhaps the starved fool from never-never land thought about it yesterday. Unfortunately, we learned that never-never land was buried under a pile of rubbish, no one survived. The credit rating was not high enough to ensure survival, and with interest today the fool felt as if his continued existence was not an option.
Don't hold your breath; the smell will not go away.
Well intentioned person seeking to get nothing out of this life, stuck in a boat, on some river. It's dark and I hear voices and laughing. Just accept what you can't have. Happiness is limited in space and is currently full, please check back for availability. I had a dream but it was stripped away by the corrupt thoughts of reality. Can you have shaken reality syndrome? The warning signs are a strange obligation to escape the basic thought process that brought you to this point in life.
The bright light in the sky is not here to help. Just because there is more than one doesn't mean you need two. Probing is an option that most people opt for. And after they put the spin on it everyone will buy. Perhaps an injection of crazy would do you good. Fanatical indifference was shining down one day but we had to put it back in the closet to think about what it did.
Click Clack... do you hear that? Those are the harpies walking down the cliff of good reason. This music was not meant to be danced to. Showing any kind of emotion will not be tolerated; tolerant people will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Remember smoking weed will inspire people to sleep.
Cigarettes will force you to be cold, and alcohol gives warmth that is similar to what doctors feel after a good leaching. A good leaching is what everyone needs these days.
Remember that after the harpies go over the cliff the food will be gone.
Run for the ice!! It will not break, the mad scientist says so. If you don't believe me go ask the shoe maker, he crossed it the other day and only lost his big toe.
Caution pick pockets are invading your mind and all the bright ideas are being swallowed up and will be sold to the highest loser. High people need not apply.
Don't worry it's just that insertion of crazy we were discussing earlier; everyone is doing it these days. After a brief introduction you won't know what you did without it.
The vortex doesn't stop here, & believe me there is NO ESCAPE
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