Oh, this burning need...

sizzle

pop

pop

.

.

Shaboomah!

What freaks me out, Rusty,

is that I always thought you and me, together,

were two peas in a pod, kind of cozy, y'know?

But now I find we're really just two guinea pigs

held hostage in a beginning psychology class.

My expectations for security have been trashed.

Or maybe the students are also peas in our pod?

Tickling up a new theory.

Trip Planner

For a smooth-riding existence

they say go with the flow.

They also say Paradise

is on the other side of the river.

I wonder...

 If I steer near the far coast,

relax into the deep,

bump along the bottom a few times...

will I be able to soak up some paradise

while still cruising along in the swim of things?

Sally was a natural psychic,

reading her future in every rain puddle.