Ambiguity is a dish best served ambiguously.

Book of Certainty: Chapter Fresh, Verse Air

Man with crooked finger picks crooked nose.

Book of Boogermeister: Chapter Dirt, Verse Nap

Man with closed mind quick to close fist.

Book of Tatters: Chapter Wrong, Verse Way

Freed from discretion, we embraced distraction, and celebrated device on our devices.
We wondered around aimless and liberated; an ironic juxtaposition to self destruction
Surfing vapor trails and ever higher prices...

A nod is as good as a wink to a Bindu horse...

John Candy plays John Madden in a throw down biopic. Already got the voice.
Boom! Next question...

This year I'm going to attempt to celebrate all my messes; not as form but as function. Hey it beats sitting around like a soap on a rope.  I mean a dope on a mope. I mean a sap on a map. I mean a pope on a trope...

When a wet red glaze forms over a preoccupation with guns and congeals around a one shot deal it might be time to tend a different garden...

 miamizsun wrote: 
I heard the crunching...

 NoEnzLefttoSplit wrote: 
Very interesting question. I guess I would have to define 'love bird' huh?

 oldviolin wrote: 
Not even a murmuration of gangstas?

 oldviolin wrote: 
made me lol for real

Projection is 96.85840734641% of the future. The rest is just Pi in the sky...

Like I always say; if you're looking for a perfect record, music provides subjective bliss.
Objectively, there's always apples and oranges...

It's like lets just kill us all and let God sort it out unless of course one doesn't believe in God or gods or sparkling pink and white star people, etc, dispensing good vibes on a stick. I get it. 
Then the choice gets a little weirder because like, the sorting gets complicated and compromised and one has to get right down into the dirt of it all to breathe. Irony is breathing dirt when you really want to breathe good vibes on a stick. That's what I call religion. Opiates. Something. Better than dying for not trying...

YES.  Vote NO on basement snakes. Black or blue or any other brusid tother
purple new words as you yin and yang, and git dat snake a sang in the rang...

Street gangs are no match for a murmuration of love birds.

nothing is...

Moteef is better than lessteef or noteef. unless, of course, you fly around in hot air baleens mining chem trails for precious mettle...
Hey don't ask me. I'll just spin random clouds into threads...

Question. If the wolf you feed is the one that consumes you, do you have a picture window into your soul, or is seeing even believing? Asking for a friend...

Never go up against a logistician when conjecture is on the line...

Speaking of unquiet minds, did you hear the one about the stranger who dreamed he knew the identity of the space within? Fascinating...