Hi! Never be afraid of your voice. Speak your message. Be fuzzy. Wiggle your nose a bit. Roll in the clover of life. Distribute hard-boiled eggs freely on an annual basis. Kick it with your comrades. And above all, be excellent to each other.
(She had a dream the other night that she lived in a city in a little apartment 2 or 3 flights up and had a nice life all to herself)
(Last week she looked at the program guide, just to see what was on network TV during prime time because she is out of touch these day; she did not watch though)
(She had a dream the other night that Oprah was talking to her about how frustrating it is, life with a Stedman)
(She is not difficult, she could be happy enough)
(She has a dream that one day her life could become more interesting than her dreams once again)
(Above all, these days, to keep the peace is her aim, it seems)
Self-portrait.
PHHHHFFFFFFTTTTTT.
The Mind Tool
Beachcomber fluoresces
With the light of a thousand
Unitard-toting unicorns.
Fluorescing yes / sparkling no.
Why?
Because the unitard is
Not the weapon of choice.
Canned pseudo-meat is
Where it’s at.
And where it’s at
Is also
Hoboken.
Twain invented chortling
There.
Not at Woodstock.
That would be
Ridiculous.
Chaaaaaa.
Hail the conquering bunbun beast.
I just love animals, don’t you? Here now, a tip about new puppies. Better be nice to new puppy! Seriously, they have friends in high places.
Oh, little Amber, you’re in for such a surprise!
BUT I HAVE RETURNED…. Yes, that’s right, The Friday Files has been MIA for a while. Anyway, on topic, I am fairly indifferent to that song. However, I thought you might like to know what birds talk about. Well, each bird is an individual, of course. But they’re all pretty flighty. Whatever. Oh forget it. I’m just winging it here anyway. If anyone even reads this, it will certainly be a feather in my cap. I could go on, you know. Yes, yes, I believe you do know. I don’t want to cause any flap though, so without further delay, I give you a flight of fancy. Oh stop it. Just, here……….
I’ve been working on my pecks.
Yeah! Keep that bugger clean!
Don’t learn about it on the streets!
Is that a colon in your pocket or… oh never mind. That’s disgusting.
You get an organ, an ironic mustache, and a terrible pun. All for the low low price of a single click. It does not get much better than this, folks!
Take care of your ironic aorta and it will take care of you
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