Yeah... She's been hanging around.

Someone told her I was a wild tern up to no good.

Mellow Marvin had

a sure-fire plan for

bagging a bride.

She keeps saying "follow me"

... but nothing more.

Tipsy Tina doing her best Don Ho Tiny Bubbles,

good feeling, hula dancing, karaoke impersonation.

Hmmm, an apple was Adam's downfall,

and also Newton's ascension.

The key seems to be a matter of perspective.

Well, I have a deep hunger for this apple.

You, my lucky horseshoe charm,

are going to keep me moving forward

as I risk my equilibrium by biting into desire.

Not today you don't get my little ol' soul.

In between stop and go

have we forgotten

the art of slow mo'?

The price of love.

The one good thing about plastics

is our toys never wear out,

no matter how often

we chew on them.

Aii...
These night sweats.
I must be turning into a mermaid.

Self Doubt Doubted

You think I don't have

a plan, but what do you know!

Of course you think

I talk too much.

You're from Mars and

I'm from Venus.

Meditative Battleground

Arrr....

My inner flitter-flutter keeps taking flight.

Since everyone called Mimi a nut case,

she decided to embrace the concept,

choosing the almond because of

its many healthful aspects.

Sasha finally found the light while

eating a raisin' oatmeal cookie in the sun.

Have you ever noticed

that when sharp wit

grabs all the attention

it's usually cutting into 

a piece of soul.

Oggie, I figured it out!

We are reincarnated after all!

There's room for all of us!

We turn into bug soles,

not bugged souls.

With all this social media/selfi/Photoshopping going on,

I'm grateful for periodically truly finding myself.

Snappy Snacks

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A heart must first crack

before knowing how to heal.

Mika, a busy midnight pillow prowler, was

destined to grow up a master of change,

so adept was he at soft landings.

Sizzle?

Slurp!

Sweaty wetty tingly...

Burp!

Oh, Harold!!

Ever since the City went solar

I've felt like I've been losing weight.

Darn gluten free fanatics.

The whole grain wheat buds were my favorite.

I was trying to cultivate my inner feminine,

and I ended up with raging hormones

and a perimenopausal screaming Mimi

to top it all off.

It was the silliest thing.

I dreamt I was rolling in dough,

but the more I sat around, the more

I felt like I was becoming one cooked cookie.

Lean into it, Len.

Just lean into it.

There you are again.

I don't care if it's summer.

I'm hibernatin' this afternoon!

Can it be?

Is this true?

Seeing eye to eye,

Me and you?