OfficerSweis

I'll toss your fruit salad like a bonafide fruit cake. Straight out of the Bathhouse. Same song different chorus. Retrograde Raisinette posing as a dried up prune. Using the sax as a skin flute to play the Macarena of Time. As if Zelda ever used straw hay to pick food from his teeth.

Earthbender locked in while on point. Rattle my cage and see if I slip. Fighting a losing battle when you love the sound of your own voice. Putting blood, sweat, tears as well as DNA into reciting the Hail Mary.

Karma comes in Many ways. It’s a strange full circle moment for flat earthers wearing baggy skinny jeans. Fold the four corners of Earth and the middle disappears altogether. The new age phonies are somewhere between lost in orbit and reborn.

Which is funnier? The first or the second?

Onset of 100 year War when the Spike Lee joint Chiraq becomes our foremost layer of reality. Always sporting the rubber cause you always have to be ready to paint the ceiling with your baby batter. When you will be delivering the mail or spilling your seed is more important than where you will be unloading? Why you will shoot your shot? How you will transfer the goods? With who and with what you will be giving your hot beef injection?

"Confidence is inaction," states the Me2 cone breast feminist before the velvet curtain closes. We are mostly always acting and hardly never joking. My approach to the world stage under the UFO beam is the soulless Problem Child ginger; freckle face with a cross to Bear. All of my sins are on full display across a projector screen. Overbearing story telling is never a good look. Just as Master Sensei Splinter the Sewer Rat only ever appears during a bonfire deep in the woods. His two buck teeth spewing more insight then pig filth. Timing isn't everything. Preparation is!

My boiling point is a 5. My breaking point is a 10. But I am always dialed in at 15.