You Must got Soda in Your Blood!

You must have soda in your blood! It tasted fizzy and bubbly! If it was a soft drink I would buy it. We could start a business! Like lemonade! Like busses presenting their large rear-ends to the general public!

Garbage can ship with sail of dead banana peels. Leap stretch in to the decomposing filth. Wash ourselves in the dirt and come out fresh as vegetables. Sing mold! Microphone mold production of sounds of decay! How could I? In a church?

These rocks! That's what I thought yesterday!

This is a pebble. It came out of my ear.

I bought a new pair of socks yesterday. FALL IN LOVE WITH ME!!!!!!

Looks like a stocking!

Santa Claus gave me bad handwriting.

Looks like a Rocking!

Two small rocks came out of ears!

Marshmallows sometimes make friends, sometimes make vomit, sometime friend. Fire?

Looks like a sock!

I bought two!

FALL IN LOVE!!!

CAndles?

Not particularly fitting in pocket well...rightside up...

This jazz stuff

I think of jazz writers (because of personal roadkill)

As obese men with pink bellies exposed

Flopped atop desks

Hands hanging limply

Dealing with flying undercooked eggs and their bitter smell

Laughing at the toothpaste in our brains

But anyway, SODA!

You totally have soda in your blood. If you danced too much, the soda would get all shaken up, and....never mind!

Lategaer, don't wear socks?

My fellow wanderer sends his scent across the lawns, his sockless feet are white and socks.

Halfway full, a church of clean feet.

Of roasted marshmallows clean like feet. Roasted in church. Church must have seltzer.