THE CHITLINS
Treat them well for someday, perchance, They will be our king.
With scissors, together we shall run and graze on the clouds.
With no one else to claim or blame.
Together we calmly trickle down till the parachute takes us to the ground.
Up an up we go again
The circles of ever more beat their wings and prodigiously pronounce unfounded confabulations.
enhanced by what can be believed with an inkling of an eye
I dare say we attempt such things.
The smallest of brains appear to deserve what we reach for. Beware that our reach extends into our wallets, thus we lose sight.
Vision fails.
Unity falters.
That blade of grass grows exponentially and whips us dry. The will ’O the wisps beat us into a frenzied lather that spins out of control.
The Portions of crumbs we begin to gather become to be no fewer than the fear we find in our dullest minds.
Heavy light
I never made it past the first grade but we got a sale on our purple Elephant parade
Assuming we’re going to work soon. I will fall asleep at some point. But the dream rests easy and dominant. Nothings broken when things become two. Together they flock to the pool of light. No wounds contort or create fear. We are the one that became two
We are heavy light.
Around the bend or in between, these are things that continue to act like glue.
Not once has the dark been without the trade of light.
Shelter we find. Rivers we drink.
To the prose team
I’m an ambassador and representative of the fun government. It’s not under ground. It’s all around ground. the request and order of the fun government is a sea pirates calling;follow the directive set fourth by our founding fathers. Namely the question farmer. To set yourself to a quest to lay down your arms. Walk with legs and only shoot smiles. So say we all.
A thrones view
The hum of the air conditioner.
The loli gagging sound of the empty water bottle.
All wind related.
All tactile in a sort of mechanical Mexican all inclusive way.
Where is my vacation catheter?
Need a place to store all the trial-a- bites that are here to suck my splendor out from underneath me.
Ride the rug
Roll in the sand
Reasonable relentless raunch.
It's the extra weight I carry around in my vacation paunch.
The pirate ship over yonder miss spells a flagship of secrets.
Tally ho and fort night me.
I've not yet seen all I can see.
The view from my throne is growing old.
Lloyd strikes again
Melted cheese oozes out from the curling cracks of my ginormous grin.
The sweet tangy tingles of that deliciously steeped and sweetened cucumber lights up my eyes as they beam songs of praise into the heavens.
Epic battles have been waged over these hand selected meats that slide down my ravenous throat. Meats carved from cattle and foul whom only graze in the highlands of rainbows and unicorns.
And the Bread... mana from the sky, unintentionally frozen and thawed enough times to create a flavor so profoundly majestic, kings can be found on bended knee for the chance at just one nibble.
Put these together and what do you get?
Llyodes famous Pepperoni Pickle Poor Boy Supreme Sando Surprise. Blessed are those of us who are here to reap today's bountiful harvest.