NoEnzLefttoSplit wrote: 
Very interesting question. I guess I would have to define 'love bird' huh?

 oldviolin wrote: 
Not even a murmuration of gangstas?

 oldviolin wrote: 
made me lol for real

Projection is 96.85840734641% of the future. The rest is just Pi in the sky...

Like I always say; if you're looking for a perfect record, music provides subjective bliss.
Objectively, there's always apples and oranges...

It's like lets just kill us all and let God sort it out unless of course one doesn't believe in God or gods or sparkling pink and white star people, etc, dispensing good vibes on a stick. I get it. 
Then the choice gets a little weirder because like, the sorting gets complicated and compromised and one has to get right down into the dirt of it all to breathe. Irony is breathing dirt when you really want to breathe good vibes on a stick. That's what I call religion. Opiates. Something. Better than dying for not trying...

YES.  Vote NO on basement snakes. Black or blue or any other brusid tother
purple new words as you yin and yang, and git dat snake a sang in the rang...

Street gangs are no match for a murmuration of love birds.

nothing is...

Moteef is better than lessteef or noteef. unless, of course, you fly around in hot air baleens mining chem trails for precious mettle...
Hey don't ask me. I'll just spin random clouds into threads...

Question. If the wolf you feed is the one that consumes you, do you have a picture window into your soul, or is seeing even believing? Asking for a friend...

Never go up against a logistician when conjecture is on the line...

Speaking of unquiet minds, did you hear the one about the stranger who dreamed he knew the identity of the space within? Fascinating...

Yeah, I'm dramatic but so what? Someday I'm going to find the missing piece of my heart puzzle and boy will the world get woke then. It's close.; so close.
That goes for a lot of you out out there. Don't try to lie.
The old missing link!
Reminds me of an encyclopedia without an appendix. Can't know what you ain't learnt...

Okay, just tripping around here but what if the phrase "bread and circuses" was changed to "breaded secretses" and subsequently deep fried? Makes you pause to consider all the Likes on facebook...

Yee Haw! Let's say we twiddle up a couple of hog legs and make a run to daylight. We be stoned. Immaculate.
Say what? Edibles? Sure I guess so. There's a donut shed by the bye. Hole 'em if you got 'em...

Occasionally I have to ask myself, "what would Mel Blanc do?"

And now, one from the archives:

There are a billion stories in the naked city, and this ain't it...

Seek and ye shall find. Find and ye shall spin.
Spin and ye shall suffer. Suffer and ye shall seek.

Tune in next week for another riveting episode of;
As The World Turns

I'm at a loss for words. Revel in it, but don't take a nap. Dreams are my favorite canvas...

 winter wrote: