The mind zooms in on the mothballed battleship and the backdrop shows when it blew the shit out of some country. It's a reminder of when everything worked and one could get imprisonment if it weren't for reality. Face it (the square root of 69) covid has muddled better minds than mine even though the Goldie/Kate Hudson thing eluded me unmercifully yesterday deploying the ADDheimers hint in full play. The actual stage of nature's children can get borderline pathetic if acceptance is viewed like the wingnuts treat facemasks and vaccine shots. So I can't boogaloo like TJ anymore - - I'm still in paradise with a primo better half and it still feels so fine.

Bball still fills the ball-glow time slot and I don't care and I still fall asleep gripping my kickstand. That ventilator agonizer stays closeted while the dreamland offerings fill the heart and loins. Banana split promised for today. Home is where the hard is.

From 2011
To empty or not to empty
The question is the nest
Giving is the sunrise to serenity
Life is meant to be self-sustaining
Or you play video games
And never leave the house
Even daddy took the t-bird away
Is it about re-learning how to fly
Or are beat up wings dysfunctional?
Are we to assume?
Ass, you, me
Not good when I think about flying
Clear cut when your dog poops on my grass
Question is: is that poop?
Can we sail aware of just the horizon?
I like horizon
Navigation is a reasonable dream
But the scenery's romantic holding hands
Wishing won't do it
Jack goes boating