Month: May 2025

Sesame

Hello pretty kitty pool graduates on top of plates in the microwave coven silently suffering softly seeping into choosy acrobat bowling balancing acts. Honey vanilla country club happy dwarves on top of old Smokey all covered with fleas. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll pop? California rules prevent the constant calculation of such a web of lies. Gross impossibilities come onstage and dance in your face in kamikaze-like fashion. Forces unknown to this universe are totally unprepared for the multilingual multiverse. Children unborn in this form are unsuspecting to the fried apple chitterlings open sesame.

Sprinkles

Hike hop hoops in marmalade swoops under swishing lake glasses of tang. Watch the mighty moves under spritely wombats covering helium balloons. Light a bathtub full of gasoline exploding in a rainbow of fricassee. Send southern salamander suits across the merry tele-tubby garage sale signs. Interviews start at quasi religious gatherings upon rainy days full of music and watermelon. Angelic fries sop apple juice from the eyes of anteaters. Do you like chocolate covered cutie pies in nature made holidecks? Catch the microphone until the dawn of time in racquetball courts. Reach to the peak of the mountain top in a cereal box translation of ancient Egyptian NASCAR tires. Belief is not the cut of beef that we expected in this brief zoom meeting of resurrected ayatollah sprinkles.

Doing

Once upon a mouse, there was a house that cried loudly in the night. I watched a lion creep across the meadow, looking for his prey. Then a priest captured a butterfly with a water hose. Feeling disturbs the snowstorm in the Himalayas. Book stop signs wrangle toilet seats in the southwestern plains. Seeking seven seas in the rope ladders of an oak tree, the snap dragon opens to capture a fly. Losing leftovers makes the lemon pie taste sweeter. How many lessons are carried in outer space hamburgers roasted to the happy medium with a warm pink middle. Liking looking lavish losers longing for apple pie scooter pacifiers on testament rollicking roller coasters of pancake scoopers. Sour cream lactate over the rainbows in sinks on special education mansions. Close ice packs on stadium sword battles. Bananas attack she wolves in sabbath day huckster wrong doing.

For a Moment, I Thought It Was Something Spiritual

What does it mean to be spiritual? It’s hard to pin down, really. Is it abstract? That would include ideas and emotions. Is it religious? So many people have gone to a lot of trouble to distance themselves from that term, fearing legalism and hypocrisy. Is it the heavenly realm? That would leave out humans, or wouldn’t it? Is it supernatural? Same. Can animals participate in the spiritual? I would guess that would depend on what version of spirituality one subscribes to. Are some spiritual things more real or more true than others? Is there some overlap? There certainly is some overlap in subjects, and, therefore, content. The same terms are used in more than one creed. Are creeds spiritual, or religious? And what about music? Some believe that all music is spiritual. Does it depend on the lyrics? That seems superficial. Does it depend on the subject matter? Or whether it quotes from a holy book? Are all holy books equal? Aren’t religious institutions the keepers of the holy books? That sort of complicates things a bit. More questions than answers, unfortunately. But that is better than assuming one knows all the answers.