Speaking of Random, here's a stream of consciousness:
I woke up this morning in a puddle of maple syrup. So I pancaked my way to the 7-11 for a slurpee and a sandwich, with an Ice Cold Coke. Big, big, big pants who have nothing more to do than eat hot dogs and trip on homeless people. Homeless people who eat quarters for lunch money and go to the restaurants to eat the roof. The roof on which the pigeons rest before they fly to Alaska to mate with the penguins. Then the penguins fly back to Pittsburgh to play the Bruins in their woodland home. The Bruins who travel down south to play the Devils. The Devils who infect the brains of the innocent nuns in Atlanta. Atlanta that was burned by General Sherman, Sherman, Sherman, Sherman the mailman who lives on my block, Blocks of ice floating in the water, the water, the water from the garden hose on the corner working for their dough. Pillsbury doughboy baked in the oven at 350 for 45 minutes. 45 minutes in three quarters of an hour. Our time has come...so I woke up this morning in a puddle of Maple Syrup.
Random Rocks in My Front Yard...Catch ya on the Flip Side...
- Music:matchbox twenty - Bent