Hey, How’s It Goin?
87 song birds can’t be wrong birds
get yourself some kong birds
and run away to strong birds safety cage riding down the nifty page
Woops! my pen got stuck in the typewriter and the letters got all jumbled. I think things are back on track now. Profuse apologies for my complacency in typewriter maintenance resulting in extreme salvage measures mucking up the garish garland.
Any Woo.
Ha! You thought I was going to say Who! Woo is the new who. Get with the times, man. Evolve like a monkey into your cage. Screech in your monkey-way honoring the rage. NO one puts baby in a cage! I’m sure I misquoted that. No never mind. It’s one less legal hassle. Webster is still on my ass. Thinks I stole ALL their words! I can say without reservation that I have yet to use every Webster Word in a sentence thus completely throwing their case off the rails. There are some words I will simply never ever ever use. Words that tie your tongue in fits of rage rather than flow and joy. Words that turn your ears to stone they sounds so horrific. Words that feel like pain when they leave your lips, cross your mind, or graze your ear they are so atrocious in form and tone. I don’t mean to be a word snob, I AM a word snob. And those words simply will not do. They should be stricken from human consciousness and burned at the stake. Great, now you’re turned me into a crazy dictator with your line of questioning. When I rule the world … I will do it so poorly that everyone will end up Self Empowered with High Integrity, Strong Moral Code and living by the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything … you thought I was going to say 42, but the hadron supercollider brought us the B&T Way – “be excellent to each other”. No, no, party on dude is optional. Some kids are scared of balloons and thow cake at the Maitre D’ and think donkeys already have tails and the crowd is insane.
love & hugs & bday slugs,
~ Michelle izza bell in the well never quell the rebel yell