Dream Girl

Television of ABCs on HD Signaling

Y??? to the O (Ohhhh)


C(see?)O-K---E
to the P-O-(down to the)T to the (scribble schkkettle scribble)
H-E-A-D on H-D
Do U C TV
in this spelling signaling, where it's heading
Visions of being knocked out in the Tele
I think I'm going to need someone to X-RAY me
and where does this all lead ....from now
Some cloud, some doubt, but somehow
Some route , the nile draining
in it's way jumping in, will you be drowning or falling,
failing? crawlng?
Fronting? Following? Fizzling? Frolicking?
Wrapped up in a cereal (serial?) box like you're a frosted flake
Frail from some fray? Afraid?
I waved.
Did I need this remote control to vibrate
for you to notice me?
I'm in the LS,Driving,
Writing, rhyming, Light and Smoke Parallel Lining, Rewinding,
Collaboration in combining an alignment
'bout everything from nothing right now in a freestyle,
and it's so hot these lights just fused out,
one blinked at me again,
I'm wondering where does it all end?
Oh I just winked, you blinked out on me for a second there, are we here? clear? do you think your fear's of the fairest complexion?
Yeah, fuck it, what ever,
double U /(slash) E
Duality, and acid rain?
Through the plain (playing) fields
Yielded to a reel in a sum of a familiar feeling I've got,
That I forgot, when I dropped it, but fuck it, I think I'm picking up on something here....
Ahh, and if for that second I could've manifested that I'd once thought it
in a dream
I had where I flat-lined in bed, I might've woke up from the coma that's combed my reality. Brushing smeared paint in front of my eyelids.
A black cape with a hood echoing as it's walking in the empty hallway,
and I can hear the steps perfectly inevitably drawing
close up on me with every
passing minute, and in a long enough timeline,
I'm going to be delighted to see
who's under's face, when I sign on out that date
on the paper, write my name in signature with style and half hoping the stroke of my pen tears the sheet,
when they tell me
to write on the dotted line, check off,
and check it out before I check out of there, wherever whoever. blah blah, Are you clever enough for nothing in particular?
yadda yadda scribble scribble (&()(*^&*%^*%&*&*(^*&^
Pssssst.
BzzzZzzZzZZZZZz(yawn)... sign right next to the X where you left it between the Y's axis
I'm epxanding upon soldier code cracking, just chilling, relaxing, and I'm thinking perfect practice'll make something happen, cause if I could graph out on a map down to precise mathematics, I'm betting you ain't thinkin' you can handle the way these drawing angles are making a tangling of things,
Your indecisiveness'll be split in dimensions of twofold personalities with exaggerrated dramatics that seem to run in your blood
and I'm hexing to break open the flood gates, and waiting for these tidal waves to swallow cities whole like the end of a nation in war of the worlds.

The laws of golf

LAW 1: No matter how bad your last shot was, the worst is yet to come. This law does not expire on the 18th hole, since it has the supernatural tendency to extend over the course of a tournament, a summer and, eventually, a lifetime.

LAW 2: Your best round of golf will be followed almost immediately by your worst round ever. The probability of the latter increases with the number of people you tell about the former.

LAW 3: Brand new golf balls are water-magnetic. Though this cannot be proven in the lab, it is a known fact that the more expensive the golf ball, the greater its attraction to water.

LAW 4: Golf balls never bounce off of trees back into play. If one does, the tree is breaking a law of the universe and should be cut down.

LAW 5: No matter what causes a golfer to muff a shot, all his playing partners must solemnly chant "You looked up," or invoke the wrath of the universe.

LAW 6: The higher a golfer's handicap, the more qualified he deems himself as an instructor.

LAW 7: Every par-three hole in the world has a secret desire to humiliate golfers. The shorter the hole, the greater its desire.

LAW 8: Topping a 3-iron is the most painful torture known to man.

LAW 9: Palm trees eat golf balls.

LAW 10: Sand is alive. If it isn't, how do you explain the way it works against you?

LAW 11: Golf carts always run out of juice at the farthest point from the clubhouse.

LAW 12: A golfer hitting into your group will always be bigger than anyone in your group. Likewise, a group you accidentally hit into will consist of a football player, a professional wrestler, a convicted murderer and an IRS agent -- or some similar combination.

LAW 13: All 3-woods are demon-possessed.

LAW 14: Golf balls from the same "sleeve" tend to follow one another, particularly out of bounds or into the water (See Law three).

LAW 15: A severe slice is a thing of awesome power and beauty.

LAW 16: "Nice lag" can usually be translated to "lousy putt." Similarly, "tough break" can usually be translated "way to miss an easy one, sucker."

LAW 17: The person you would most hate to lose to will always be the one who beats you.

LAW 18: The last three holes of a round will automatically adjust your score to what it really should be.

LAW 19: Golf should be given up at least twice per month.

LAW 20: All vows taken on a golf course shall be valid only until the sunset.

Spider Tigger

Love, Wealth And Success

A woman came out of her house and saw 3 old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not recognize them. She said "I don't think I know you, but you must be hungry. Please come in and have something to eat."

"Is the man of the house home?", they asked.

"No", she replied. "He's out."

"Then we cannot come in", they replied.

In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what had happened.

"Go tell them I am home and invite them in!"

The woman went out and invited the men in"

"We do not go into a House together," they replied.

"Why is that?" she asked.

One of the old men explained: "His name is Wealth," he said pointing to one of his friends, and said pointing to another one, "He is Success, and I am Love." Then he added, "Now go in and discuss with your husband which one of us you want in your home."

The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!!" he said. "Since that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him come and fill our home with wealth!"


His wife disagreed. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?"


Their daughter-in-law was listening from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion: "Would it not be better to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"

"Let us heed our daughter-in-law's advice," said the husband to his wife.

"Go out and invite Love to be our guest."

The woman went out and asked the 3 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our guest."

Love got up and started walking toward the house. The other 2 also got up and followed him. Surprised, the lady asked Wealth and Success: "I only invited Love, Why are you coming in?"

The old men replied together: "If you had invited Wealth or Success, the other two of us would've stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever He goes, we go with him. Wherever there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!!!!!!"