“The cool kids, in their rides, all around down town, they fly” Gun Roswell
Driving Off to the Sunset (or somewhere)
On this, totally futuristic moped
We are travelling, nowhere fast
The license, may already have been revoked
But we, are still having a complete blast
You can:
Mock us
Call us
Old folk
Elephant skins
What ever
You want
But:
We, still rule
We, just need
A little more fuel
And:
We still are very much so
Going, going, going,
And, gone!
Bye-bye!
“We’re horribly mundane, aggressively mundane individuals. We’re the ninjas of the mundane, you might say” Andy Partridge
Hard Times
“Hard Times!”
The wall boldly stated
“Living on dimes!”
Sighing totally frustrated
Could this be, the sign of the times?
Only bland tasting cheap wines
Walking silently, the thin line
Avoiding, all them landmines
Solemnly remembering,
The good old times
But as long as everything rhymes
I think, I will be feeling, just fine
“When on the sunny side, sit on a bench, and enjoy the warming rays” Gun Roswell
Sunnyside and the bench to sit on
When seated, on the sunny side of the bench
There is really no option, of getting drenched
Enjoying, the really long, and totally warming rays
In one these unworried and completely lazy days
Before the kind and gentle of days are done
Soaking it all in, under, the healing sun
With closed lid eyes, this one halted moment is spent
And then slowly turning into an image, which into my mind forever, is burnt
“Cats are the best kind of pets, always” Gun Roswell
Saturday, spent with Cats
When the world outside
Gets to be too much of a stride
There is one thing on you can rely
The cats of the furry kind
They don’t really ask too much
Once in a while a simple touch
The food to be delivered to their cups
And later on to coddle as such
A day well spent indoors
Even if you ignored much of them chores
For other wise life would be a total bore
If it wasn’t for the cats you so much adore
There’s no doubt about it: the Internet loves cats. And weird videos with people failing at some insanely basic tasks. But did you know quite a lot …
Famous Writers and Their Love of Cats
I’ve had very mixed feelings on Star Trek: Picard’s first season, which wrapped up last night (spoilers ahead). Certainly, there’s a lot to like …
Star Trek: Picard’s First Season Is a Rough but Worthwhile Journey
“Come into the dark side, we have, lots of different coffee”
Never, without my Coffee!
I freely, and out of guilt, admit it
I am, totally, and utterly, addicted
To the one finest organic suspension
One of the human existences’ greatest inventions
Coffee
If gets me up, in the too early morning
So read this, as a forewarning
To save yourself, from any kind of scorning
Do not, ever, get between me, and forever, my
Coffee
If you want your own day
To be completely inventive and stay
On top of the whole wide world
Life, ever so delightfully twirled
Coffee
So do, take my advice
Don’t ever, think twice
Pour yourself, a big cup of java
It totally beats the hell out of guava
Coffee
Your fellow human kind
Never, ever looked so fine
The world completely filled with love
If everyone, joined me, in a cup of
Coffee
What else can I say?
Coffee
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog. …asdfghijk…asdffdsa….asdffdsa….yuiop…yuiop…. “Take off ten points for each error.” The quick brown fox…
THE KILLER TYPEWRITER
In the back court yard of an old Charleston house.
Carriage House, 1820
Rantings Of A Third Kind 