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I appreciate the old-school Cubs baseball imagery.

Course clear! You got a card.

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THE END.

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This post was dumb, lol. ****

[NowhereMan]

Moisture was in the air again. Lampposts were shining bright. I ignited the eye brows of my solitude. 



Was this really the way the cookie crumbles? Or was it all just a nightmare of teenage love?

The brightest pole is the brightest enigma. You know what I mean?

The birthday of soul. The soul's man's blues. You choose.



The factory is making candles again. The ones that smell like peaches. I am alarmed when the Yoda said, "Beguiled is my worst. Best of my abilities. Do you feel like changing the spirit of the clash? The wardrobe of my knees and pain?"

I looked at him in the eyes and said, "How do you do it?" I questioned him with sincerity.

He replied, "Nobody knows how to do it, only I have the answers of my depth. All you get is the wisdom of my word."

Then I left and headed towards to the moonshine bar. There I saw her. The girl of my dreams. Betsy Ross. 



Then there was delight. And then I looked at the exit. There was what seemed to be a pool of blood coming through the ground opening beneath the door. 

What happened? 



And then I woke up. It was all a dream.

I looked next to me, and my beautiful girlfriend slept on her side. 



And then I asked her, "How do you do?" and she picked up her banana and replied, "The Donkey Kong way."

And I thought to myself, 'who worships in the morning dew, not you?' But I didn't say it out loud. Instead I said, "Mourning is my keeper. Build me up, buttercup."

Then I turned on the stereo and played my favorite song....

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Mashed potatoes. Gravy. 

Splendid afternoon playing Yoshi's Island.

The world at large. 



N64 Golden Eye. It is 1998. 

Mystical.



The snakes and ladders. The blank space.



Inside out. Pixar. Toy Story 4.

The world at large.



I am on AIM. Talking to Jokestr2003 and Smarterchild.

The world at large.

The King of New York. 



Lounge players play. All day.

Every night.

Sophie.

Librarian doesn't know who The Newsies are. They probably don't have any books.

I am reading a chapter book on Jim Carrey.

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout
Press my belly button
& poop comes out

Voice of the voiceless.

The Rocketeer.



I'm blanking on a name again. Ashley. No wait, Mandy. No, it was Melissa. Oh wait, it was Desire.

I've got a hula hoop from the toy store. It is now the price of a chainlink fence. 

Morbid curioisty.

Like my status, Marley.

Hey, is that a cape? Sexy.



I'm at the museum again. The original Kermit the Frog doll. Hey its that pirate shirt of Seinfeld. Is this Lucille Ball's dress? Wow.

Hey, its Abe Lincoln's hat!!!!

The world at large. 



Hey, do you have my calculator? I need it for my test this afternoon... Oh wait, you're right. I don't have that until Friday. *whew*

I still have another night of studying.



Damn, I think I had another flashback!!!!!

[NowhereMan]

Shed so many tears, Tupac. Delight.
French toast and orange juice. Just like my modeling days for hey and for horses.
Got the plastic dreams, like my Kenny from the drought of my dresses.
Sing-a-long songs of Mary Poppins and poppin' shoulders.
The neck to my knick knack.
Fossils in the rain. Dinosaurs of golden jet.
Blackness to my mane.

For the love of the game, dandelion and dirt.
Fossils of my name.
Springtime in the work.
Summertime blues and Chicago modeling schools.
The rock to my tomorrow.
The blastedTom Sawyer.
The Belgium waffles. 
The Swedish to my pancakes.
The blisters on my fingers.
The Ringo to my Johnny.
Marilyn is swinging hoes.
The block to my blackness.
The rock to my yesterday.
The Paul McCartney egg salad.

Winter time is here.
Christmas in Gotham.
Batman in jingles.
The Joker is baller arena.

Hey there Delilah. 
Beach Boys in harmonics.
The Beatles in Miami.
The Jetsons for sonic.
The Scooby Scooby Scooby Doo classic.
I'm talking 'bout Scrappy.
The Viola in the sanctuary.
The classics on classics.

The vinyl to my records.
The CD to my stereo system.
The blackness to my mellow.
The whiteness to my snow cup.

Angelic is my mouthful of strawberry.
The blueberry coasters.
The lemon sqeezed oyster.
The blackberry sofa.