The management at Fishpantsdanceanticsranch decided to donate this page to its resident twitizens, Blundering O'Bloat, Namazu, Phlex, Urchy Oochy Tick and Towt
Crowds are okay until they become mobs. Opinions are okay until they become beliefs. Clubs are okay until they become cults and being wrong is okay until we insist it's right.
Grins away!
Our mug's where it shows but not where it starts.
When it really glows, it starts from our hearts.
Grieved and bereaved knows the love it imparts.
A grin can exceed above any smarts.
"I wish I could say, I'm still unaffected
by some folks today and ill will injected.
It pains me to see such hate projected
when our aim should be more love perfected."
From the Office of The Minister of Defins
I like coming here to scroll through what's new
and making remarks on things that I view.
The problem with posting my odd impromptu
is that after perusing I forget what to do....
Oh! Well, I guess that'll do too...
We've had Halloween, I'm thinking Thanksgiving,
turkey tureen with every trimming.
Cranberry, stuffing, taters just brimming
and belly puffing for days before slimming.
As a professional water hazard, a resident denizen of the deep and self ordained dean of The Fellowship of The Fish, I think I'm qualified to say:
Giant Jiggling Jugs o' Gelatinous Jellyfish Juice!
How's that for banal, inane and nonsensical?
#Flashback#inkMine Mon August 09, 2021 "breathless blooming"
Memories more than one
less than breathless just breathe
years now decades blooming
the now reliving then,
adult dangers faced again
another delta looming
yet love still becomes soothing
when you rise again begun.
Not looking forward to leaving my woods. Too many people, so many no-goods...
"Nature as teacher promotes the diverse
and serves all the creatures of this universe.
My sanctioned return to a world that turned worse
makes my anxiousness yearn to clutch pearls AND purse.
Hey, humans. Can we reach a balance, an equilibrium or standardized ratio? Too many are so focused on intellect they become machines and then too many are so instinctual they become animals. Isn't the combination in actuality defined as "humane"?
Okay, I'm on board.
If it's no longer indicative of psychological disorders to admit there exists unearthly visitors and that some may still be here to monitor us, I hope they have a sense of humor because we are a funny bunch of biotic flotsam. Actually kind of embarrassing....
Your resident denizen emerges once more.
The old water hazard has leapt onto shore.
Slinging some sea spray and nautical lore
while singing of play and the friends I adore.
Be. Here. Now. >-=^;>