Summer Awake

Heh?

(flitter flutter and a tiny kertwitter twutter)

Tee hee hee hee heeeeee!

(....... oh yeah......)

At first Gary felt

blinded by his new pair of

Paradise Sunglasses, but soon

he learned to lean into the

psycho-delight flow.

It is the aged among us

who are the Master Marksmen,

where the truest trails are those most trod

and richly scented by life's many souls of experience.

In the quiet moments I wait for

the sigh of the butterfly.

I used to live with her,

and it was always "Poopsy this and Poopsy that..."

This was great until one day she brought home

that charming little poopster and kicked me out.

Oh, Marvin, look.

Stars and stripes forever are coming our way.

Master Mess Up

Oops.

How'd that little thought slip out?

In... Out.

In... Out.

In... Out.

No, I'm actually not a doormat personality.

I'm down here for the deep tissue massage.

I was hoping Long John's Synchronized Swim Class

would squeeze me into a sexier fit with life,

but all I seem to be doing is expanding into

a one-size-fits-all work suit.

Whoohoo! Rock leaping!

But oh, those shiny wet stones,

deep within the flow,

how they bewitch.

The fog about to confuse the dawn.

Do you think our leaping and dancing

feels like acupuncture for the earth?

Herman knew he was in trouble

when he started psychoanalyzing roadkill.

Listen, by just hanging out you'll

never know what kind of good

you're capable of doing for this world.

I say, if you have a talent,

jump right in and

take the plunge.

Go for it!

Life is a pizza skate.

Ahhh... my morning thaw.

Will today be a quick crack up

or a delicious melt down?

Sami Scarecrow experiencing

a leap of faith.

Y'up?

Yup.

What's that bittersweet taste in the air?

Sniff... sniff...

Smacks of dark chocolate

with a sprinkling of relevance.

Heard in the Freezer Department

I've read that hot flashes

affect only the surface area.

As long as our hearts are

calm, cool, and collected,

we should remain our 

well-stacked, creamy and tasty

dudette selves.

Up there somewhere,

at the top of that rickety ladder,

is the makings of a beautiful dream.

Fritz, a "Way to Go!!!" fanatic,

brushed up on his right of ways

before his company's afternoon

brainstorm session.

Fweet! Fweet! Fweet!

Sigh... Isn't life a bore.

Mmmm.

Fwoot! Fwoot! Fwoot!

Well, aren't you a cool

beaut of a betterflidea.

I'm taking classes in self-loving,

but can't seem to get past

the guilty complex part.

Hey, I thought we'd decided

to all jump in at once.

I sure hope my bird-brained thoughts
aren't too cheep.

A Wailing Wanna Be

Oh, darn.

I always wanted to grow up a wise cracker,

not an angelic nice guy with

a tendency towards marshmallow prose.

At this stage in my life

I can't figure out what's better,

coming or going...

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Izzzall good!