Wednesday, January 19, 2011

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Soap in the Eyes of an Auk

I can be hilarious without Google.  If I’m
just me does that make me elitist?  I’m thinking
we make too much fun of each other.  Relax
when I say I love to argue and laugh at the
rain tinkling on your nose.  Start over in a
second without reverting to selfish.  Behavior
is child-prone.  Pour milk to activate mini-wheats.

How come the word safari has such a colonial
sound to it?  Let’s say I want to look at the mountain,
not get blinded by it.  Am I not allowed a break
for a while if you’re just too much to handle?  I
agree that I sometimes get turned on.  Why do you
think this is always about me?  How about we
twirl around a few times and then make a budget?

I created a monster.  I like the monster and I pet it
and nourish it.  Then what?  Just ride the monster?