Hot Dogs! Well, we can't promise we'll feed you any, but we can share with you that the cakemaker-friend is making the cake, and it will be all sorts of flavors--so many flavors that it will spring forth flowers, which will bud on your tongue and you'll be a windswept daffodil (Narcissistic as all get out) standing solo on the plains of the great Midwest! And other fellow daffodils will fall in, swaying to Styx or whatever it is we're playing on our stereo as fireworks--yes, smuggled from Missouri--explode overhead.
Ka-pow!
Friday, June 29, 2007
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HoT Dogs...yes!! Let them flow and let them know that I arrive on a chariot lightted by the fire of flies and I carry a rod which I can twist around the oceans to show all its life for one brief shining moment. And I do this for love of two who will join and be two in love and will be of this and for it and let it be their guide and color all that may be dark. I will rise from the place I have have dwelt and no longer be coarse and worn but be joyful for these two because only through joy can the coarse be made smooth and the worn be spankin new...Jo-Wow
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