Rainbow Ruminations.

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Rainbow Ruminations flowed into and out  of the head of The World Class, Multimillionaire, Basketball Player as he sat on the toilet.
   “I’ll be back” he chorteled’. . .

The hat.

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an untitled blog designed to set up an antagonistic
response in any innocent wanderer who happens upon it, particularly during the dark-blue velvet darkness of a moonless night; a blog designed to fool people into thinking that it means something deep, when, everyone easily sees through it.

A blog “cleverly” designed to elicit no comments or feedback from viewers, none of whom will have read this far, but will have left by now, a bored yawn on their intrinsic mouths, (at most) for other less arid haunts, leaving me, talking emptily to myself in this Sunday morning bed.

So be it.

Hello, 351C

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hello

The Sad Cactus

Born again – as the rain falls, explaining itself, securely.

It asks:

“Who am I to defeat the objectivity curve – to rattle the cage of the dawn – unopened, ridiculed, soothed and strummed?”

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Exquisite lovers, hopelessly recovered, entwined, straddle a railway line. They are filled with optimism.

A clothed optimist cycles his sad bike down a winding, exquisite country lane, calling to the birds of mystery:

“Hey , who are you to apply your criteria to plates of sad cactus?”

Call me … but only as the crow flies.

First, create an airport departure lounge, decorate it with a thousand yellow watering cans and sign it in the top left corner in gold lettering.

Next, with no climatic considerations, plant it at the center of a field of a thousand red sunflowers, sprinkle it with potash and from a respectable distance, watch it grow.

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