Wind-dizzy Mystic Maple

Rock with me!

Rock with me!

It's the arboreal rain dance

dream sequence swing.

Rock with me!

Rock with me!

Rock with me, Baby!

Self-Recycled Mattress Spring

Shaboooooooomah right on!

This izzz the life!

Izzz-all in the attitude, man!

Yah-yah! Yah-yah!

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It was only a crude idea,

but we both felt we could swing it.

If there was any chance to make

music, Blind Bill would find a way,

even when his instruments were flat tired,

screwed up, and punctured with holes.

To Bill, if they had bounce,

they had rhythm.

Oh, goodie!

It's a lover/leaver party!

Memories of a rockin' and a rollin'

river stomper go plopper.

Come on!

Fly with me, Freddie!

Just fly!

Someday you're going to have to

trust me to drive this thing.

Hold on to

that thought.

I'll catch up

with you

in a minute.

You forget to duck?

Yeah. Got quack'd on the noggin by some wild thoughts.

Yesterday I kept putting

my foot in my mouth, so

this morning I've stuck myself

inside a protective head bubble.

Is it working?

Now I keep eating my words.

 Moan and mOOooan and mOOOan!!!

Oh... and Ohhhhh... and ohhh!!!

I'm a firm believer

that the more hot gas we produce, 

the higher we'll rise.

Blub... blub... blub...

Barbara had a sporting passion for bird-brained dreams.

Wouf-wouf-wouf-wouf...

Tsk, tsk.

I've got to hand it to her...

That sweet little basket case

is doing a remarkable job

of wrapping a joyous weft

around her warped nature.

Oscar's Favorite Trashy Song

Oh, apple of my eye

(chomp)

And sweet cucumber dream,

(chomp)

You send me flying high

(chomp)

Longing for you.

(chomp)

Oh, burnt baby-lamb thigh

(chomp)

And fresh hot pepper skin,

(chomp)

I'm longing for you,

Longing for you,

Longing for youuuu....

(burp)

Can't stop now.

We're on a squid.

Pointers.

Pliers.

Pinchers.

Pushers.

Squeezers.

Squishers.

Scratchers.

Smoothers.

Holders.

Huggers.

Hangers-onners.

How these hands

do pass the timers.

Wait!

I need to get this...

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Oops. Got it.

Sukey preferred to spritz a little fresh air

onto her most intimate dreams.

Surfing Philosopher

The greater the fear of what could be near
the higher the ride on an imaginary tide.

Summertime revelations.

Me.

In this world.

Traveling.

Cozy encampment.

Hey!

Enough with the chill bills.

I'm not in this for the money, Man.

I'm just a freakin' messenger.

Happy tidings?

Warm greetings?

A thank you?

Please?

But I am soooo worth it, Girlfriend.

Momma's boy on a hay ride.

Summer Soak

Blub-bliss.

Blub-bliss.

Blub-bliss.

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Me.

A wee seed.

Germinating.