“Pretty is not as subjective as you think.”
Snaps!
When fireworks BLOOM! my mind spews OOH! I can’t stop singing to a snappy tune, goats on the internet piano playing puffy kittens penguins at the shopping mall wait a minute that’s not all, wombats kangaroos I always watch koala chews my humor sometimes makes me laugh at CNN concocted news, little baby elephants acting tough in front of mom double rainbow’s beautiful after stormy comes the calm, drinking coffee afternoons toasting bourbons with the moon, on my deck, in the summer, Buddy Rich was quite the drummer, Jazzy when it’s not too weird I even like that Richard Gere unless it’s true there was this gerbil fabricated foolish fable? Watership Down, bunnies can be brutal, never tasted hasenpfeffer but i surely dig the strudel, NHK World, Japanese are tidy, bonsai on my coffee table thinks it’s somehow mouseful mighty, Anime nights, loving what I’m seein’, wait a minute, what is this? God of High School is Korean?
And breathe.
I like air. It can blow both hot and cool yet no one thinks it’s just a tool
And breathe.
As curtains fall they always do, I’m often reminiscing over me and you, but this isn’t penitence or hesitance to tell my tale of happy trails to you and me of things I feel make life worth living, gifts of joy and joy of giving, hurtful bondage not for me, I’ll purple mountain majesty and fruited hills of thee I’ll sing, playful puppies fived gold rings, constables and guys named sting, watermelon seeds I spit on pendulums without their pit and favorite authors books I’ve read to daughters drowsy heads to bed and naps of sixty minutes spent well never fearing paying rent, while arrogant at times alas, and even able as an ass, though I pretend I’m cold and rough…
I can’t get enough of that fluffy stuff.
Snaps?
