*ding* *pause* ding *ding*

Don't think we've done our time? Hey, I'm cool because I grow upside down tomatoes in my vegan alternative lifestyle. And I wear skinny jeans that are purple with infected bowling shoes, so I must be awesome. Could we be more scene right now? I don't think so. ick.

I was not aware that disambiguation existed and now I'm disappointed. So the uncertainty of a word or situation can be removed? There's no fun in that. Why bother in the first place? Then what is it? And Oxymoron? The causal factors of this discovery are not oblique but still I don't enjoy them. Maybe I liked the confusion, the misinterpretation and blatant rancid equivocalness. Sometimes we need a little anarchy to keep us from rebelling...

We retire to cogitate and smoke a nice bowl. There's nothing wrong with being derisory. unless, of course it's reflective of our "inadequacies." meditate with me, and then again we're doin' time like Danny in Ocean's Eleven. 

and my toes have grown larger than tokyo. I'm glad you find this funny. You won't when it's time to go for burgers and my feet won't fit through the door. What will I wear over those enormous toes? My socks have rendered off and the bowling shoes are long gone, but still they grow on. They're gaining a private nation-state with the square footage they've just reached. I will be Mariah and they will be toes, just so everyone knows. 

Getting into the car will be nigh impossible. The toenails are bigger than your windshield. It's a hazard, but I'm hungry enough to allow it. I need another seatbelt for my enlarged fetiches. 

It's Summertime. We're wearing blazers. and sweltering wool scarves. They're from garage sales with the keeper's of your brother. I guess I get the title, but I am not my brother's keeper. I'm not even my brother's sister. What say you at that?

We have these relations. With each other. All of us. It's based solely on words and the words are based solely on disconnection. we can convey our content through emoticons and it's sad. If we forget to add a "smiley" we are suddenly portraying hostility. Please, save me from my own generation. They believe in Hiroshima but they don't know where it is. They're preaching equality but they can't work for equal opportunity. Our ancestors did it differently. I "are E ess pee E see Tea" that. With your flying griddle pan, I'm going to knock sense and grease into their heads. They're brains shall be boomerangs. and we're gonna pray they fail to return.

At two twenty nine, we'll shoot all the flies who are here to feast on our decomposition. It's their position, we can't blame them for our indisposition. tion. tion. tion. tion. It's rhyming. shouldn't "tion" be spelled "shun" yes, that'll do. "Indiespozishun". You know what I'm saying; it's working flawlessly. 

Could we write novellas just on the way those trips fell down? I think, I suppose. We should write of our dirty toes. And they way the continue to grow. I could be walking, jogging, talking, sobbing, dying, and still they're gonna keep going. They're persistent. I like that.

I have nothing to dedicate to, so I get to be subdefective (not in the dictionary) it's my right by association, excuse me; "assoshiashun." Let's forgo making tails of ourselves, good sir, there are monuments to dispute such transgressions as infringement on illicit behavior misqualifications (mizkwallifikayshuns, chranzgressshuns, of course.) 

That's ferocity with a bitter tangent of cosine. We don't know what we're doing so we're inventing numbers entitled "imaginary" and those little italic i's are the closest thing to creativity you're gonna get in Algebra 2. Fractions relate with pizza, or pie, or money, and there's a bar in between the numbers denoting bourgeoise versus proletariat. How racist is that? Justification is due in Geometry, too. (justifikayshun.) That's why the orange cones blocked the door and I got to skip in the hallway.

There is sleep deprivation in this bedroom in the sky. (depprivashun.)