Hocus
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- Feb 28, 2003
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HawaiiUS
somewhere around there i'd begun to notice the extent of the belated damage.. the rafters weren't getting any younger and the lawnmower man had just done a backflip silly over something originally posted by El Keter and contested out of context with a straightedge.. he landed safely in a bed of caramel beach pulp mind you but his troubles were over.. if i could BE so lucky i'd join the cast and crew of West Wing in a hummingbird flap just to live by and by.. amazingly enough, all this was NOT what signalled Galopagan sea turtles for re-entry.. by this point, remember, everyone had had a skin graft
so there EYE was on the inlet, shoes tied, rockin the same razorback skin shorts and Havana Jack button-up as the last moon hunt and holding a Pilgrim down cold with one hand and a half finished Manhattan in the other with not quite enough freshly squeezed fruit to go around.. talk about ary.. my map wasn't finished, the ocean was begging to be Xeroxed and I had (no [####ing] idea) where my muse had gone off to with my spyglass
i'll tell you one thing though, when the Jones's come knocking it really is best to have your checkbook balanced and a spare oven mitt in the garage.. you just never know what warrants a Jamaican billboard scare these days.. but back to the laser surgery.. the most awkward aspect was that I'd just made a run to the hardware store and was at the time harboring a flat head, an 8" piece of iron tubing a quarter inch in diameter and a good pound of nuts.. those wouldn't help me under the gun though, I liked my cheekbones high and mighty for the same reasons.. afterwards I grabbed my coat and ski nets, finished a quick game of Red Rover and met my Spirit Guide for brunch.. the peregrination afterwards was hell.. teacups followed us via a pulley system with an ideal mechanical advantage of infinity but not a damn one of them had a drop of buttermilk ranch sauce, so i was left with powdered teeth.. this was not my week..
if i could die happy i'd die in an old mill under a bag of burlap while Paddington Bear sang hymns of marmalade as he rode the water wheel.. i feel i'm gradually on my way to understanding the clouds for what they are and not what they're worth.. but that's in the past.. there are bigger and better pencil shavings to construct, and i don't need a snake bite to escort me to justice.. i've seen plenty of rocks myself, oh yes, i've seen plenty of rocks myself.
so there EYE was on the inlet, shoes tied, rockin the same razorback skin shorts and Havana Jack button-up as the last moon hunt and holding a Pilgrim down cold with one hand and a half finished Manhattan in the other with not quite enough freshly squeezed fruit to go around.. talk about ary.. my map wasn't finished, the ocean was begging to be Xeroxed and I had (no [####ing] idea) where my muse had gone off to with my spyglass
i'll tell you one thing though, when the Jones's come knocking it really is best to have your checkbook balanced and a spare oven mitt in the garage.. you just never know what warrants a Jamaican billboard scare these days.. but back to the laser surgery.. the most awkward aspect was that I'd just made a run to the hardware store and was at the time harboring a flat head, an 8" piece of iron tubing a quarter inch in diameter and a good pound of nuts.. those wouldn't help me under the gun though, I liked my cheekbones high and mighty for the same reasons.. afterwards I grabbed my coat and ski nets, finished a quick game of Red Rover and met my Spirit Guide for brunch.. the peregrination afterwards was hell.. teacups followed us via a pulley system with an ideal mechanical advantage of infinity but not a damn one of them had a drop of buttermilk ranch sauce, so i was left with powdered teeth.. this was not my week..
if i could die happy i'd die in an old mill under a bag of burlap while Paddington Bear sang hymns of marmalade as he rode the water wheel.. i feel i'm gradually on my way to understanding the clouds for what they are and not what they're worth.. but that's in the past.. there are bigger and better pencil shavings to construct, and i don't need a snake bite to escort me to justice.. i've seen plenty of rocks myself, oh yes, i've seen plenty of rocks myself.