Snowfeeted

Snowfeeted

Walking in mye sleep. Two left feet. Android is functioning. I grabbed mye boots in the dark because the matches ran out NO candle will stay lighted eye think its the atmosphere outside the snow is actually melting and filling up the tarp in front of the door with water it dumped I had to sop a puddle up to start mye day on Sunday. And I fixed mye left boot all the way up complete to start out the door and grabbed the left boot to put on my right foot this is what can happen to someone when they get old and winded up. I calmly cursed that blue streak words I never even said before. The inside of the rubber sweats so I started with a leather moccosin with socks on feet inside the pad is dry I added a woolie sock over all of that and placed it in the rubber on a pad I think I barley can tie the over thing from ski pants on. Then I redid it all over. Now I can stand in the snow and wave my middle finger at the cars that never stopped. Its snowing I found an old Umbrella with only TWO tines broken its a LIFESAVER as they say. AHHA. I point the broken tines like a bizarre antennae at the cars and walk up Hills not meant for mortals in decay. I feel like Bizarro Superman I stopped wearing that red thing like a cape. I was starting to think about flying. It would not be a good idea in this snow building up on mye roof at home is not a problem it will keep the old stuff from melting untill I can pad the sides to keep my sleeping bags dry when EYE am gone from home to talk to ewe. Read this poem please dont cry just try to visualize this is how much I really love you.

ChristmasParoday

ChristmasParoday

CharlaXWilliamShakespeared. At Christmas I no more desire a rose colored snow Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled rose colored mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. To each his rose colored own. CharlaXWilliamShakespeared (1564-2009) SOnnet # 11C98 From you have I been absent in the bedsprings,
When proud-pied Violet dress'd in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every winter thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd upon poor VIolet fast upon him.
Yet nor the lays of men nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in baby powdered hue
Could make me any winter's story tell it tell the story of it or tell it just to you,
Or from their proud laptops pluck them where they grew hair;
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white rose colored glasses,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose colored lenses;
They were but sweet Saturnal flashes , butt figures of delight,
Drawn after you Mon Ange, you pattern of all those Angels Delights.
Yet seem'd it winter still, and, and, and, et you away,
twas shirtless men they did desire to play
in colors of pantaloons rose~Y
As with your shadow I with these did play.

MIddleMan

MIddleMan

I set up the Deal I never squeal I putt bosses money in workers pockets I never squeal I set up the Deal they dont even work for me they work for Boss. I see they get the bosses money and the boss gets back HIS share of the take. I am the MIddle man.
I am bosses insurance man to make the deal a sure thing to make sure the deal goes down solid. To fill everyone else pocket for all I ever get is left alive like a pig at a trough full of sourdough bisquit milk straining swilling quick how can he survive without something edible portioned and solid. I am the middle man the one in the middle of the plan they always cutt me out of the Deal I squeal iff they include the boss on out. Iff they renege on sharing the wealth from the JOB. Iff they cutt out the middle man and his boss. I am the middle man I never squeal I always get paid by the boss.