@ 4:47 the black sky looked blue. Honest. @ the Riverbend "we meet at the bend where hearts can mend, my friend." Bye Baghdad.

A RealNameEvil must remember that if NABALZBBFR can't sing the ABC's backward, a black-forged big-bird cage would be constructed in latter times preaching a end to a naked kingdom's reign.

A person who never learned to sing, "Skip To The Zoo My Darling" in a backwards beat, cancan get hauled away. Law officers locked up RWA radicals. Often the chastity belt, a buckle from a bible belt, became a relic. Bones were stored in a iron caged as testimony!

No get hung up there in a Felon Yule Tree outside Lafayette Park, in D.C.. REMEMBER. It's a neo-deterrent incentive. A honor. A noble protest. A tourist in France etc., use to whisper THIS: "that person was placed in the iron cage with no food or sea water. See, that what is left. White Bones. The white as snow bones got picked clean by carnivorous crows. Those ilk were incompetent (Texan) vagrants and assumed they would be the "radical dominant political force" to ruin a world. They use to call them "left" and "right." But now, they hang just in the sun, bleached republican skeletons in big bird cages."

The ornery blacksmiths needed work after the neonates era crumbled. Gardeners' bought ridiculously, imo, over-priced imported tractor tines. A Baltic 52-inch-wide rototiller can discern what to plow, and where. At nightfall, while all normal people fall asleep, grey-sky would carry a bright candle to illuminate the paved thoroughfare pathways in town and make his escape. Greysky used a jackhammer and burned all steel bridges in interstates, and he used the sharp black tines on Wall-mart's etc., parking light.

The water-boys for bloodthirsty war-hawks left in the iron cages in the Felon Trees, didn't hear a ting-tang-cluck. When the natural non-king, acting barred rock-rooster, crowed, it was a wake-up crow! The Red Rooster's crown was tilted. He critiqued the area, but appeared so shabby. A freeze-burn on his crown from a harsh winter couldn't be repaired post winter-thaw. The wam-bam bird comes scratching, crowing, three times, 'kook-Koo-coo donut'...Every Day!

Right at the crack of daylight. How you think the sun knows when in Dar' hell to wake up?

Well, the sun came to greet the morning well dwellers, the lady gossipers, and all the tooth brush "ministrable's" who jumped out of the sack of hay for a day of singing, "Skip, skip, and skip, and hop, to the pea-pod field! O, skip skip, and try to NOT trip, or you will drop in the wet dewdrops...O, take with y'all the ladies and gals...O, squeeze their hands, NOT too tight, and drop your hoe and scythe...O, so you can swing your partner 'round and 'round...O, so she won't doze-doe...asleep all day long! O, and if ya fall down with a spell of gleefulness, just sit a while in the 4-Leaf green clover patch...O, skip, yip, ya,ya, Maya, yahoo, and that's when we get to un-pop the RealCork bobber!

'Um, drink the sparkling dry honeymoon champaign...No,no,no,no,no, grump's can come...or play and drink the yeast, my darlings..." huh?

Maybe we have to just be there to discern what difficult work it takes, and how many band-aids it cost the Red Cross staff, and valuable time to patch and mend them sore blisters. It hard work to burn brick bridges, s**t house, and do the cultivating till-chore for a crumbling dust age. Grey-sky can begin at K-mart's shopper's black top and Sufi's used car lots? huh. Why wait. Buy your own old tine mule. Save fuel.

They are sham naked. Water-boys need jobs. The Palace/White House needs scrubbers. Yea, I should have hit the hay instead of typing coma's in the wrong place this eve. Pop banana tops off on a Wimsey dumpsters. Put the slippery yellow skin under the pillow with a bottle of Saki, Pepsi, and lavender or sage?

Light a candle. Blow it out at noon or you'll waste Bessy. Don't let the mouse in the White House burn the outhouse down. Thanks. It's often not easy to discern if a person having a mental breakthrough is having a laughing fit or attending a liberal giggle party. I love to hear a happy giggle.

I say we can begin to celebrate with that...okay. cry aloud or sing now, our CBA'a...ZYXWVUTSRQPONO...sorry. yes__no___ 'shad-up.'

You must run a democrat dentist shop? Who ever comes to gappytoofcondi's dental repair shop, be assured, it's a 24-hour free service. Whatever is to be put up with at the democratic dental shop, know that gappytoofcondi cares.

When the problems get out of hand or a patient becomes a rough and rowdy with a bad tooth-ache, don't call the police or they jail gappytoofcondi. If a fight begins over who sits in the the dental swivel chair, the one had two front tooth's knocked out is called upon first.

The problem about how to govern the shop fair began when Texans began coming there, loitering, and combing their hair there. In front of gappytoofcondi was a crowd of rowdy drunks drinking around the gappytoofcondi dental democracy swivel chair. gappytoofcondi dental shop was a democracy if ever any place was. He non-stopped fixed gaps in the liars mouth. I agree. And in other news, going backward is going forwards.

Its best to floss, brush all day with superglue dental Brillo cream, and pull teeth on a string rapped 'round a door knob. And damn slam the door. And stay away from the gappytoofcondi's democracy dental shop.

Thanks for helping stop the crazies.