Dear Humanoids and fellow Hiney holes,

I hear the chatter of racoons fighting outside my window:

They are saying sorry but, they don’t give guest appearances:

They are discussing human maladys and are suggesting that I may have taken things too far this time:

Like trying to catch a falling star in a baseball mit:

They want to know what would compell you to allow me to live my dream:

Fragmental Poetry:

Thats enough I said to myself amongst the smoke of burning tires as I floored the car and slammed it into reverse:

Man thats a humdinger and a doosey… the rain falling is an autistic’s applause:

Catapulting backwards we fly from old to young realizing only when we are finished we have only begun:

End the after thoughts…..Dreams are never dreary..

Maybe you will find you can remember the past.

Yesterdays dream a head on collision on a mountainous hairpin curve between two bus’s my only problem, after was I could not extract myself first to help others.

Your seperated from the rest and given a lesson in Tai Kwon Do and then a pleasant massage all the fear is gone… your pleasure center springs to life, after you put your hands up over your head high on a wall and been placed under arrest and handcuffed.

So: Shall we drift off in a rubber raft from shore? as we apply liberally the thought emollient?

After first useing the thought cleansing agent.

this………. slogan… on a wall poster… “LIFE HAS BEAUTIFUL SORES”

With

A vision of a lovely girl in a red dress standing tall not unlike the Statue of Liberty.. wearing the same type of crown or star … made in a felt material of yellow.