More Ramblings from an Inner Mad Man

Laziness, insecurities, distractions, hormones, lust, fantasy, reality, and all these things are like birds drinking lemons while frogs dance to the song that is the latest hit from an artist long since dead.

A yawn turns into a scream midway and then is silenced by the the closing action of the eyes by a hand that is neither comforting or forgiving but is in no way connected to the crime.

A woman with two lives finds that she cannot live without a third but the second refuses to have any part in what has become a sit-com reality show that doctors analyze because it is being broadcasted into their patron's brains while they slip surrounded by their money.

Dreams of friends turn into nightmares of departure where good-bye means hello and the only words you understand is "No," which is said upon your forward advances to find out what is wrong with the reception on your wireless connection to life and God.

The box smiles at you with a coy intent asking to be opened only to reveal that it has no soul or mind and yet is able to offer things that you don't have like super powers and the ability to close your mind to the point where you're a bad racists who doesn't know what the stereotypes are yet you do them anyways.

Cheeseburgers deep-fried in a flower tortilla garnished with a blue ribbon because a pig was able to jump through a ring of fire that actually shoots bubbles from a rubber cement shoe molded by the toy mafia.

Fiction becomes reality which becomes work but isn't the work of what should be done because it is fun but now has become a question of contingency that time nor space can confirm or deny because of things we cannot have but want to share.

The mirror reflects not what we see but what we want to see which is not what we want to see because we see what we want on the television on those channels Mom & Dad don't want us to watch because of their idea of what is right and what is proper.

Down the rabbit hole lives a mole who stole his wares from a sloth to concerned about trying to cross a river where salmon play until a bear decides it wants to spoil the fun only to have the eagle rush in at the last second to ruin it for every country it has ever flown over.

Legs fall asleep, turn purple, and then die only to become the body of a white hair, yellow eye, green giant that tries to get kids to eat their vegetables because their mom keeps buying them the brightly colored sugar cubes from the bargain bin at the department store that isn't a department store or a place of commercial distribution.

The black market is white.

Fur tails droop down depressed that they've become paint brushes for the ancients that believe flowers are art and will call it their own even though the original creator is never given credit, and so they become thieves.

Empty mind to mine and will never find an idea of what it means to be rich in thought.