Bite me,
frak me,
just never let me
be phony.

Any universe that has
room in it
for a wild turkey in
the courtyard of
Lexington Corporate Center
is all
right by me.

Update 2:30 pm,
2 Men in white shirts came into
the courtyard and herded
the turkey away.

Plan B, C, D, E and F
are the same as Plan A,
get off this fraking planet.

Hey you, nice legs !

Heh, nice parking !

JOHN STEINBECK recounted in a 1953 article for Harper’s Bazaar what it was like to travel with a hired Italian driver in a Fiat 500 on the Amalfi Coast road:

“Flaming like a meteor we hit the coast, a road high, high above the blue sea that hooked and corkscrewed on the edge of nothing, a road carefully designed to be a little narrower than two cars side by side. And on this road, the buses, the trucks, the motor scooters and the assorted livestock.

“We didn’t see much of the road. In the back seat my wife and I lay clutched in each other’s arms, weeping hysterically.”

This is all right.

I believe there is no free will.
I believe there is no god.
I believe in hedonism:
http://hedonist-international.org/?q=en/manifest
I believe I look really funny only wearing socks.

MaverickZ31 (10:13:31 AM): thought this was funny: http://www.maniacworld.com/i-guess-you-will-do.html

richardwood401 (10:18:44 AM): that was brilliant

MaverickZ31 (10:19:11 AM): sounded like something Samantha Bee would do

richardwood401 (10:25:56 AM): it reminded me of the "bar" rob was going to build in his basement and which now stores his bowflex machine !

MaverickZ31 (10:26:10 AM): hehehe

MaverickZ31 (10:26:30 AM): and of the 3 bedroom ranch michelle and i almost bought with the semi-finished basement rec room & bar...

MaverickZ31 (10:26:32 AM): :lol:

richardwood401 (10:27:45 AM): we are just some meat in a bag of salty water marching around to the tune of our DNA.

Red tail hawk
this morning
perusing the
bike path menu
harried
by 2 small birds
giving it all
they are worth.

The bright morning sun was out and the air was sharp and clear.
I was lucky to see two of these turkey vultures.
They were perched on a chimney of a house.
In unison they turned their heads.
Weighing me as carrion.