At least that's how I've felt as of late. Late nights bleed into bleak yet bright days, painted blue and Green and sheens of shine that I can't define. It's all been a wash, hogwash, and the blend of hues sooth not my soul, nor my palette of controlled chaos that I injest on the regular. No plus for this old Bessie, and certainly no super for the supa...my engine is coughing up its last fumigated fucks and funks as we speak...who am I speaking to? Dont speak unless spoken to. Oh bloody hell... Finding fuel fills this fools fiddling time. 123 make a wish. Mines that I won't be up at 321. Guess its a pipedream now that I've let the cat out of the bag.
--Son, you're gonna have to put that cat back in the bag...
Like hell I am. Nobody puts baby Gouda in the corner. Well, I guess this time they did. And let me tell you, the corner sucks huge balls. Nothing but cobwebs and cancelled dreamstates. Big fat testes.
Rest easy, for tomorrow shines bright again. Don't forget to call yo momma and ask for the damn meatloaf. Keeps em on their toes.
Toodles doodle bugs. Good bye you gumdrops and Grumps. Ease up a touch. Appreciate the worst and best in everything. If you see the solar streaks beaming through the clouds...they're poisonous UV rays that may kill you at some point. But hot loving in the summer time, the vit D feels marvelous. Get out there and cook a little. Who doesn't like their chicken skin crispy? The glass is half full folks. Cheers.
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