I painted this seal today and am very proud of him so I thought I’d share 💖🦭💖
“In the vein of ‘Physician, heal thyself!’ I wonder, how many other disciplines could so do? To the author: “Scribe thy self!” Well, they call it autobiography, So there’s nothing new Then here’s the navigator- “Guide thyself!” Aye, and who better than they to? Or to the performer, “Play thyself!” Sure, perhaps no other could play so true And to the artist, “Show thyself!” Self-portrait or sculpture’s done too Ah! But to the warrior “Conquer thyself!” No greater task could any prove…”
— (Mundane mental musings
Writ to ease the study-strained brain)
To the courier; “Deliver thyself!” But as so hard a task for mortal man to undertake.
To the chef: “Cook thyself” hmm, perhaps if they’ve a nearby sauna in their break.
To the policeman: “police thyself!” Counsel we would all do well to heed.
To the fool: “Entertain thyself!” This something that is always in need.
Been hearing a lot about the Seedy Sea lately.
And there’s been a spate of Owl Possessions going on. People on TV start spontaneously going “Hoo! Hoo!”
Getting your haircut is fun because the clumps of hair dance down my shoulders like little, happy spiders.
Punctuate your conversation with the odd uppercut; liven up your conversation about the weather by really making it rain.
“It’s been a lovely life, there’s more than love in life.”
— From a song someone was singing in my dream
In my dream, I was at a McDonalds knock off and the chap behind the counter said, “You want EYES with that?” and then began shovelling fried eyes into a little container with a W on it. And he had big, massive Christopher Lloyd in Who Framed Roger Rabbit Eyes.
To be honest, I just made that up, but hey ho.
Twirling like a gyro, heading towards my mouth.
Pointy like a biro, the hunger way down south.
My belly boasts an appetite, that healthy food can’t beat:
pitta bread and french fries and various kinds of meat.
My dad keeps newspaper clippings on the sideboard until they become sodden and unintelligible from the drinks he spills on them.
Call those newspaper drippings.
A pear, a pear,
a pear for my bear.
Neither apple nor banana
or godsent heavenhence desert mana.
The only fruit my bear will eat
that keeps his disposition sweet.