Okay, let us give this a go.
Let us rather than Let's which often reminds me of lettuce
Put it in the fridge and forget about it
and it's leafs start to brown,
So, Let Us, give-this,a go:
But first, Lettuce introduce the sponsor of this 'go' with
our new, top of the line, one of a kind
Diaper Flavored Ice cream.
Scoop it snoop it smell it,
we have many flavors for you to savor
Yes, diaper flavored ice cream.
Brought to you by the fine folks who serve cigarette-flavored tuna bars.
"mmm mmmm just like Unkie used to make it, and send home from cell # CB-4."
Warning: The following program may contain viewpoints.
Viewpoints are substances of information collected by a conscious entity riding the wave of life through the human experience.
If you find these viewpoints shocking or offensive, you may want to:
Take a walk around the block,
Or go step, with waders, past the dock
Or suck a wadded sock
Or, plainly disagree,
Because each entity, may
Wahoo
contain,
one or two viewpoints.
Have you ever felt like you were condensing your soul-self unto the rife performance of 'getting along to get along?'
Or to get a long lung full of lollies lulling lullabies that makes the expression of purity seem, a little bit... oh, sock mouthed and malnourished?
Well, news!!
Many many seem to hold back inner thoughts... Perhaps binding the expression of inner truths to please the company, or make that sale!
Sales don't sail but sails sail and snails don't hop, that is for frogs.
But frogs in the fog might run into a snail and if a snail gets spooked...
justtttttttt enough....
It will hop!!
Don't believe me?
Try it!
Get out there, wait in the fog.
It may take an hour, Okay,
a couple of hours..
but wait..
Down in the trench, the muck, the gumbaboo, the trestle.
You'll see a jumping snail.
Okay, now that you have returned from the trestle..
Now,now.. Don't be messy, take off your fog-dwelling boots before continuing.
Okay good, that's much better.
Do you seem to get picked up out of a lineup,
the best to serve?
Training each moment to condense your actions of soul force into a little niche of marketability..
Condensing, like a chowder soup, every fraction of action into something sellable, fashionable..
Every pure beauty of randomness randomized so expectation can be the NEXT thing to expect!?
Symbols of patterns penetrating the pedestrian psychology as to predict what the buyer may do next!?
Grumble grumble grumble I wish this I wish I want I ought I wish I had..
CHANCE!!!
Into the unknown!!!
Presented, by the rhythm, Gifted.
Oh what yuppy, free-loving, beat-headed wishful thinking, freak talk!!!
Misery loves company. Company provides misery.
Put this tag on!!!
Now, make milk, cattle!!!
We'll bring your slaw buckets out and call you pretty Bessie, just don't walk away from the stables, into the fields of jumping snails. We need such cow for Diaper Flavored ice-cream.
The jump, the switch, the GUESS.
Vibrations of a language to reinstate the new truths. Reworking newer understandings to realize the REAL flavor of artificially flavored to taste naturally.
Rebellious personas with tax-writeoffs. Peace symbols on skimpy panties, the symbol of feminine upside-down and sold sold sold sold too many solds listed gets old old old but a new style and glamor will replace the last.
Rebellious fashionability... Ability but unable,
Yet the choice: Participation comes through each and every second.
Birth the absurdity, Bring the rays of the childish elder.
Ra on a unicycle, your perception unto the eyes of who you stare into.
Roman calendar systems in the mouth of an underwater Nemo.
The angers of the past balled up into a bubble and popped!
A rat-a-tat-tat of chance.
Fall into the line?
Touch breasts with the divine?
You always serve somebody unless ya ain't!
what will be remembered...
Are you happy and enticed for your journey to be one remembered and versed in the story of history?
Is this the trail you are sincere with, being told as a character?
Yes? If yes, all of this: words blurred, something to reflect... with the sour reference of an ice cream you may NOT wish to indulge.
If no, a reminder, not forced, I mean.. I could be wrong,yet, I prefer to convince my character otherwise because it's a little easier away from any letdown that way...
If no: Remember your own strength and each choice.
You never HAD to sit and wait for a snail to jump, out in the muck.
Beings of beauty: for when your perception of 'acceptable' is not muckied in the muds of what is and is not tolerable to a vision of stunning or sexy or fashionable.
But where did all the money go?
Well, I heard that alligators lived in the sewer.
We now cut to another FABULOUS sponsor.
"Hey Janie"
"Yeah Joey?"
"I saw the baby was sick and we ran out of ice-crea...."
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