Yes, there is a Nirvana; it is leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem. ~Kahlil Gibran
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Go on, make me write a big check!
In theaters now [sniff], my #haiku commercial... while the hot dog is dancing.
There’s a deer at the end of the rainbow
More precious than a pot of gold.
~Mitch and Mickey [mostly].
An imaginary Dad and Son have “the Talk”
Son: Did you ever go to a speakeasy?
Dad: No, that was Grandpa. Prohibition; Grandpa made homebrew.
Son: But other things were illegal, weren’t they? Where did those people go?
Dad: Oh, that. I heard about a magical tree house… kind of like a cloud city; secret passwords, a doorbell and a ladder. Outside of Colorado, you know.
Son: So you were all gangsta?
Dad: No, more like a political activist with a guitar. Peace rallies, protests and Woodstock. A long time ago, but Rock ‘n Roll never forgets.
Son: I love hearing those old stories - it’s like Game of Thrones, beyond the wall.
Dad: White Walkers? Don’t get me started, that’s another story…
What's on my mind...