Honk honk…
Yes I still live,, thanks for asking…
It seems that the Emperor where I toil each day,,
chiseling away at the salt,, to be sold to the rich and mighty,,
has deemed it necessary to rebuild Jabba’s sail barge…And thus it
is that I,, along with the other hapless minions of workdom,,
have to work long into the moonless blackness to accomplish these new
tasks…So when I return to my resting spot under the bridge at 5th and Walbash,, my brain has turned into a throbbing mass of burnt lumpy mash potatoes,, rather than the slimy caldron of oatmeal that it normally is…I suggest that you enjoy the silence while it lasts…They say silence is golden,, too bad you can’t spend any of it…
Till the raven once more knocks apon my door…
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22 comments:
Sheesh, I just dropped by here yesterday to see if you were still around. Glad you're doing well ... well,you know...as well as can be expected.
to Drowsey:
You know me,, a curmudgeon to the end...cough cough cough...
How’s the Baileys and Nyquil holding up with Olga
being there?...Any left?....:-0
She drank everything ... I'm sending her to Japan soon.
I liked mashed potatoes with beef gravy.................
gt281:
I am glad you left word that you'll soon be back in all of your literary glory. Good. But I'm not saying I missed you, or anything. I'm just tired of being the oldest guy in the blogosphere. So quit malingering and write something. And, Oh yeah...Happy trails.
What, your fingers are broken? Get busy typing, bub.
This week we are memeing the movement to get it rolling along for November 6th.
You've been tagged by the Queen of Memes!
The Peace Meme
I want one of your poems, about the election. I wish HillaryDillary had made it. I bet we would have heard so much more from you lately. ;-)
Yoo hoo, it's the raaaaavennnnn...
You don’t look like a raven,, hey I know you,, you’re that no nosed
skirt wearing bucket-headed midget invader,, that likes to wear
size 22 Keds…The world would be a safer place had that Saipan vet
put a grenade up your butt…
Go away I’m trying to remove the lint from my bellybutton and
fall into a self-induced rum filled coma….
I’ll be back and when I do it will be like,, well like,, I’ve been gone for a long time.....
…..ppppplllltttthhhh….
Pppppppphtttt yourself. ;-) Remember - big Keds, HUGE Martian schlong. We put the Long in Schlong, you know. ;-) And we have three of them.
GOOD GRIEF, MAN! It's almost 2009! Get with it!
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas, puny human. ;-)
I don't know you. Who are you again? I don't recognize that name. You're becoming fuzzy.
HellloooOOOooOOOooooOOOooo!?
"Even your thoughts have an echo, in so much spa-ace..."
Hello:
There is no ink in the well
All my fables have been told
I have nothing new to unfold
Besides my hinnie is very cold
My fingers are frozen and the wind does bite
But perhaps when ole Sol shines once more
I shall tell a tale that is very bold
It shall be long and boring
That much be true
Death and destruction on a gallows stage
Beware, beware, I tell you now
For one day soon
Surely before the blue moon
Henry Mc Fadden will be coming your way
Be wary of what you wish for
Cuz sometimes it is a fright…..
Oh…who lives in a pineapple under the sea?....
....ppplllltttthhhh....
ACK!
It's far past time to vacuum the dust off the keyboard and slip back into the electronic stream of life, dear Bard. Unclasp thy bony fingers from 'round thy latest bottle of scotch and commence to re-amaze us with your fanatastical utterances.
This is a command performance.
The Queene of Faerie,
&hears;Kat
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
GT281 says:
Thanks,, keep looking backwards thru the archives,, the future could well be there,, today or maybe tomorrow...
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