A supremely bright and ample sunny morning complete with the chirpings of birds' and buzzing of bees' amongst the Wild flowers, so aromatic and unfolding. I sniffy with my nose and stretch. Now I leave the comfort of my front porch’s aqua blue awning shady. I am unfolding also like the paper at my toes, bending for it I linger long enough to crack all twenty of my knuckles and yawn with my face 'tween kneecaps I can see my front door behind me upside down. I also hear my eggs frying. I think, odd that I can't visualize them upside down. Perhaps my id wont let me for fear of them falling out of the pan. spinning 'pon my heels and noticing I have no dog I bolt inside and purchase one via my new card swiping phone, but when it arrives it's no puppy it's an ostrich? What the fuck I think, digging back into my pocket for a wallet instead I pull out a bunny, but the ostrich eats the bunny being a carnivorous sort of bird, very rare and all, with my credit card still in that Easter creature's brain. I say to the bird, "what up Mr. plumage? why the violent behavior?" It replies by pecking out my eyes with its blunt beak and sawing off my penis with it's serrated jawskys. Just kidding that was a daydream I had quick like when I had my face in-between my legs while getting the paper a second or two ago, remember. Now, what I want to do is skip real lady-esque into my back yard. Nail my Gene Simmons’s tongue To the bird house on the pole with those shiny Copper shingle nails and a craftsman 21 0z. Hammersky Did I remember... yes the honey... I pour it Over my swollen and bleeding mouth muscle top The miniature roof of the bird's house. Using my power to control insects. I summon the bear. I am no poet. I am no man. I’m funky Poor poor Thinker Rich rich Fissures Race on Race on Crazy.