S t REA m # 5 7

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If I’m late, I’m late because I’m wrapping up something else. Used to be that I’d start out doing this. My “warm up,” this was it. But it drained the muse instead of jump-starting the muse so I switched up the routine. Now, this is my “cool down.” But after this, I’m might go back to the other thing because I’m only three pages away from finishing it up. If I’m smart, I’ll save it for tomorrow, but I’m an idiot and I’m impatient. But I’m also drained, so, I’ll probably save it for tomorrow. And I’ve got the reading yet to do. And when the next baked bean jumps over the hill surprising its mother, I swear to God, I will shoot the motherfucker. Whoa. Hey, hey, hey. Come on now. Relax. It’s just/only/merely a baked bean. It’s not like it’ll give a hoot don’t pollute. And the next time you want my point of view step into my shoes but clean your feet first. I can’t filthy feet mucking up my point of view. And if opportunity affords, please insert a “have” betwixt “can’t” and “filthy” in the previous sentence. Also, please consider wielding the word “betwixt,” in lieu of the word “between,” whenever and wherever opportunity affords. Why? Well, isn’t “betwixt” more fun? And the next time you want a peach, such as the one in my plot, please feel free to dig one up yourself. I am nothing if not generous to a flaw. And, you’re wrong, MY peaches DON’T grow on trees. Or, rather, they DO, but I pluck them and then I bury them in my plot. To plug the holes. Get it? And the next time you want to change the toilet paper, please, do not ask the Next Frontier. The Next Frontier has nothing to say on the patter patter pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter pitter matter matter matter in my shorts. And in the next installment of tomorrow new comer to the city we’ll meet the latest troublemakers. Won’t that be smashing? Well, what do you want to see in the nest? Birds or eggs? Which? You can’t have BOTH birds AND eggs. You must choose. Why? Because that’s cheating. Because that’s not the time to cheat. Because it will be in another minute. Because I want my next life to be more goofy and less mickey. The next time you want to take the steps up to the tower don’t take the elevator. MY GOD. MY GOD. MY GOD. MY GOED. this one will not due. this one will not due this one will not due to the ecosystem in the toilet. because I don’t want trouble. the oentoyw otgn ot nno to the next one. please nod. thank you. please nod agaon. thank vyou., please don’t retire. thank you. please rite of passage. nothing to it. when the bobbing bozeors highten their trees I will finally have plenty to eat. but until then I will starve. because this is not enough this is not enough this us aee arer you listening? WHY? You should be reading. WHY? ARE YOU SOOOOOOO SUPERFICAL. did I spell that rite. superficial. you are sooo superficial. not me. not me onot to the extent which we are not able to feel. and that’s why you’re not a fucking lilly pad. nor fucking a lily pad. while you are nboy not a boh boy touy eat the echr wye when you are net oxt bout that’s okay. really, that’s gerbil. Rather, that’s germane. I’m sorry, but that’s really not a good idea. I’ll settle for it, irregardless of all irregularities. You should, two. Too. Tutu. Toto. anyway the wind blows and you want it that’s the way you need it anyway tyou want it groove to the moe more move. Bottom retched. 

6 August 2008

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