to 'low the flowering

hier in amsterdam, t'is sorely easy to skater-skittle away from the fallen silky-birds, the sickly mind-hens and all that grab-greased tweed bossiness

whether in the land of the vegans or strabismus
i feel you gotta 'low your spiritsource, what'e'er it may indeed be
just flowerflutter freely
or you'll be saddysadsters long long time

oughta read my=own=-postings-for=advisements

when the universe zigs(and i don't mean rolling papers,neither do i mean zztop(names of two brands of rolling papers)
i mean(clean and sober from marijuana)
when the universe zigs, i zag
like they tell saleswomen:
if someone says NO and slammers the phone
next person is going to say Well, hmmm, yes i'm quite interested sign me up

just likein thosevideo gameswhere thereare like levels and alsotricks of how to progress and proceed

or like back when they would have some kind of give-away dealies and you'd tear em open and there would be like fifty letters needed so someone would advertise i have a T, but need an S, will trade(like in order to spell out some long word towin a prize, remember how as a lad a soda firm had dealies on the insides of the bottle caps and we'd 'fish' with magnets on strings in the bottle machines(was it a nick or a dimer, can't recall, actually)
anyhows
in order to non-randomly(takes multiple eternities, more spins thatn the number of molecules in the univ-vervse and that is a largish numero)
and so to ask for help from otters
and gift it in retourn
no bad slosh,that, 'eh,ducks?

naturewhy somean makingdoves loosetheir eggbabes tojayes of hunger nightlydaily?

each morning jayes and other critters kill for their breakfast
blood upon blood
too much buddha too much
in my movies of the mindsoul
there are no mean critters plundering my nest of a night ot murther my mudhens

wantingtobe partofthe healing and not thehurting

at the mittens it bugs folks sometimes i don't talk more bout the pogram but in actuality the pogram herself cherishes us to go beyond
and so to me it is totally fine to talk about small stuff or other stuff
and some of this stuff
like try loosing your mum as a tyke and smoke on that one for a spell

so to live this life is to slurp minewaters and and not to let anyone keep me from
stretching and reaching and healering

hungup on meaninglessstuff likeunto shirtsnot 'nice' after beingcrumpled

the aluundery did not makemy shirts parfait so me weary of warting about
and when i was a youngster in my twentieth decade
i didn't fret such micro-spuddery
and now i dew
and that is a signal signbol of decay
so more decoys? nopers
stoppering the ring of collards of fretterferal
to heckihecksters with fearsies

pizzaz,;+legourmand+halfnocheese+ancientchump+ah ah mittens--badmintons

coullege young couple settling ther and get up and said ,,she goes, "let's play badmitten on the volleycourt, and sees how highs we can go"
so they did they old One Twomissed One Two three fo==missed"
she was the clean cut type and he was the hairy hipster type(if one wants to stereotype and general lies) and ,incongrously to my mined, he was solemnly displayning a MIA's Never Have A Nice Day tea shirt.
all this over-noticed as my ancient chum and I,who never tells the same anecdote in the mittens we goes to, was walkering back from perching on apizzzaz(bee proud of me: chum ate the cheese half, i ate the vegan gorm half(otter weiss, i woulda coulda mudda eaten three fourths, ; once, i got one back in my cheesey days and the pizza was not gormed and so after eating half i went back and,uncharactristicaly 'plained 'bout it, and so they gave me another one so i ate 'most of two full Atlantico gourmand pizzaros. and when itold that to the docker 'fore i had that there little surgical he was like YOU ATE TWO GIANT PIZZAS? and i was all 'Uh, yeah, ...and.?"
)))
then later, walkering back after gifting my anciano an embrace of later, the lass ask the lad"Uh,say, what do we do next?" and he very softly, spoke and said "Uh, one thing at a time." And hit it to her with a "One"....

whilst underlistening to the flommeroo of yizor

you smilerize my core babyboo with your veggistories
yes whatever is put afore princezz zinzin or balmarroo
we will eat turtled up
till we's utterly queen flutterly throughflu i doves you coeur

footsie with myself, as i push along

wooden shoes, or crocs , or clogs, or scandals or woodsy birchers
i like 'em all
just my big toe don't
cuz she gets an ouching after a bit of a stroller stroll
so it's back to tennies for the dreary duration peroriation