Breezy

In days when sail was the latest technology, square was in and speed was easy ...
calm days were crashes where grown men cried to heaven "please make it breezy ...
A Beagle was a ship that sailed new places, wide and far in ...
seas with breezes carried searchers like Darwin ...
Life was hard up in the yard but horizons were searched ..
By sailors in a crow's nests perched.

YOU

REFRIGERATORS AND REDNECK ROUSTABOUTS, ROUGE ROASTED TO PERFECTION, MASTERFULLY MIXED, FUZZY PARTS NIXED, HAZINESS FIXED ON THE EXTREME WITH GLASSES OF CLASSES AND CLASSES OF GLASSES, SOME PUDGY OTHERS FUDGY SMUDGY, BLUES DRIFTING BEYOND THE DREAMY, FLIRTING WITH STEAMY AND INTO CREAMY, ALL SMOOCHED AND GOOSED AND PUSHED THROUGH THE FILTER OF MY INNER EAR, DRIBBLED WITH BEER I HAVE NO FEAR AND NOTHING TO COME BACK FOR EXCEPT YOU.

Cheata

I think this drawing reflects the theme of instinct in that a cat of this caliber is instinctively all about speed ...



Oh Cheetah if you only could drive as fast as you would ...
Chasing Hyenas would be fun til they lay exhausted in the sun ...
You, without even tryin' would dust any larger lion ...
And it would be nothing to pass, unless of course you ran out of gas.

Squeezy cheese and drive by slippers

Times have gotten stranger than drive by slippers,
Gets any worse and we'll all be growing flippers ...

It could be worse though, of course,
we could look and never find the culprits and an origin of the source ...

Like the rainbows end with no pot-o-gold,
The leprechauns got there first and the cheeky lil beggars were very, very bold ...

They stold the pot with guile and ease
then cooked up a batch of squeezy cheese ...

They cried and moaned they had no money
while all the time sucking sweet, sweet honey ...

But like to the Chauns we'll have to pay I'm sure
though all we'll ever see is a slippery stinking pile of manure ...

Mermaids in love ...

Mermaids and love ... there certainly seems to be a lot of that going round or at least a lot of women say they love them and I hear sailors tales a lot but you know how sailors are and tall tails err tales that is.
I am not sure you can make love with one or even to one, in a mortal human way at least.
You could BE in love with one and perhaps even have the love returned but they are decendants of chickens and lay eggs. I have seen this actually.
They do it like trout by digging holes (nests) in the beach sand under water and plopping a few eggs in then try to lure a mermen over to fertalize them but there is no physical smooching and stuff , too much sea slime on their lips ! Yukky patooey !!!!
They do occasionally get a submerged surfer or two but when the mermaids try to squeeze the fertilizing juice out of them the surfers don't make it to the surface and become secondary food sorce for crabs ( You have to watch out for crabs when your with a mermaid or mermen ya know )
So I suppose " You can't can't make love to them unless you have an aqua-lung and like slimey kisses , but after she squeezes the juice out of you you won't be telling anyone how it was anyway "

Hap

In Hock to our necks but ...

In the beginning I was created from some local riff raff God had floating around after he did a number on whales and kumquats, he had already created the first two so he had time on his hands and I was the guinea pig.

But then he put an extra helping of beluga bladder in me so I look pretty much like I do today and it gave him this great Idea for a Pot Bellied Terraductape. We were playing a tough game of darts at the time and he asked me what I thought.

"Well", I told him, "the form is great but the name you could tear apart and use later for more things" and that he should economise a little so I, with my new found freedom, could create banks, congressional offices and gas stations for some of his other scrap people he was thinking of building out of waste materials.

So he asked what I thought a good name might be for this new animal that would rule his world for a while. I thought for .0032 seconds (which is actually a long time up there I might add) and came up with ... you guessed it Dynamos but he nixed that thinking he might want an electric grid or a rock band on this planet and went with Dinosaurs instead. I had to agree, it was great logic because there ain't nutin' else he was going to make from those letters.

We went on to playing chess and he won of course but for my loss made me be born in the 1900s for my cheekiness.

John's dog is a happy pup though some times his ears are pinned back low.
John loves his pet, they romp and bite as they frolic in the snow.
John laughs at pup for trying to slip away.
Pup loves the boy but wishes he could teach John to "STAY !"

Speed Kills

There are times when nothing happens or at least it appears that way but all the while we are moving at speeds much more unfathomable than science knows.
While you are sitting there meditating your inner peace, being still within, there are cosmic collisions that dwarf any supernova ever seen and they won't be seen for another hundred thousand billion years though they happen while you breath deeply the universe of your known self and even the self is debatable for if the cosmos is one thing, you are a part of more than a grand illusion, you are pure thought.
To say slow down is easy, to do it is imposable except within a very tiny sphere so remember ...
Speed kills ...

The secret