XXIII: let's go get slimed

There must be a discoverable way around law- otherwise The law would never have been created. Of
course, one year later limits under said law
render humans responsible for their own. Oh, how foggy this is! How much louder does one's fingernail need to be painted
bright orange for you to hear the headline:
"The Nickelodeon generation elected the first black president!"
Be careful not to offend anyone in public, but still try your best at invading
their thoughts
and screaming
their secrets - that is your job, damnit, so do it well. Or
KaBlam! not a slimy, single-celled someone will notice.





*Quote: JennaG

XXII: traffic in a can

This weekend I learned that 80 to Wilco gets you home in time for the back porch premiere and some crucial block busting. To what? To laugh tracks! To always knowing when we're supposed to be enjoying ourselves! Until then we can wait in contended silence and there is no Iowa. Egyptian cotton pillowcases are better than the sheets, especially tonight. Don't say you cant wait, because you've been waiting way too long to be considered Classical. More often than not the yellow light means doubt - But do not believe it. If you'd only ignore the hue you would know when you were supposed to know why.

XXI: blank plank

Tip-toe to the edge of the ledge-
A silent letter must be learned before it is recognized,
sometimes.
Crossword puzzles taught her that everything she needed to know could be discovered within a finite set of clues - & nothing more. Black boxes became shadows for her unknown, so Fair & Square. She took advantage of permanence and inked her answers, always!
We worship the Clock
forever, But for this moment she simply stood
at the edge of the ledge
on her tip-toes
laughing.

XX: the caffeination nation

From the bottom up, making rich the flavors of somewhere far, far away... Music carries the people like cream carries the coffee. Coffee carries the people. Music is the cream.
A morning mug! An earplug! A sunday song
in slippers and a bathrobe, while sipping on freshly brewed bean.
Wouldn't dare ask for anything more in this here America. Oh, gimme a
heartbeat and a drumbeat - coffee with a tad of cream - I am living the dream.

XIX: homeward cloud

Could a cloud make a comfortable home?
Cloud kitchens and common rooms, Cloud couches and comforters.
Imagine! If the cloud canopy in our sky became our Always sky... We would never have to leave our comfortable cloud homes because clouds could completely cover our heads at all times - We wouldn't be able to escape the rain... Would you even mind? Clouds could cry on our shoulders, too.