Saturday, January 25, 2020
CCR: "Sweet Hitchhiker"
If you seen it before, you'll watch it again. If you haven't seen it, enjoy.
3:02 AM
Subconscious: “Psst... You awake?”
Conscious, grumbling: “ I guess I
am now”
“Ya know, I was thinking........”
“No shit, maybe you should fucking be
sleeping”
“ Wait, hear me out, How many great
grandparents would you have if you went back say 1000 or more years?”
“Are you fucking serious?” a
different subconscious silently curses Northeastern University's
Engineering Dept, “that's what your thinking about?”
Then, Conscious makes a foggy mistake.
“What time is IT!?”
The Ghost of Steve
Jobs smirks an evil smirk: “Grab your iphone and check”
Before anyone can
stop him, Hand, like a golden retriever puppy, lurches out, and
knocks over the water bottle.
“Shit!” says
Conscious
Hand fumbles on
nightstand still half asleep.....
Eyes: “NOOO,
don't look at the , AHHHHHH...” White laser light blasts the
retinas.
“What the fuck! It's 3:02 am! Put
the phone down!” Conscious yells.
Hand, like
a typical teen getting reprimanded, puts
the phone down
“What? I was just checking it for a second, you're always yelling at me”
“Shut up hand, go adjust Scrotum,
he's stuck to Thigh”
Kidney chimes in
sounding like he's drowning: “Excuse me, I gotta go pee”
Morning Wood
resting firmly against his favorite buttocky pillow: “Not till I'm
done”
“Is she sleeping?” Conscious asks, suddenly oblvious to everything else.
Ear, metaphorically rolling his eyes
“You can't hear that snoring?”
“What
ssssnoring?” Morning wood says, sounding like a snake offering Conscious an apple.
“Listen you two,
I gotta go, like now.” says Kidney with authority.
Shoulder: “Hey
I'm cold, Hand, would you grab the covers?”
Hand, who all through this has been giving a good massage, reluctantly releases the
Testicle Twins and obliges.
Subconscious “Hey, What
if we went back to 3000 years? Man, that's an exponential shit load of
great grandparents we might need a ….
Sphincter, Coughs.
There is a pregnant
silence.
Nose: “Seriously
dude? Have you been eating off the racoon's truck in the Geico
commercial?”
Everyone giggles.
Subconscious: “
Those commercials are pretty funny! I wonder how much.....”
He's cut off by
Conscious “Shut. Up.”
Kidney:”Hey,
Morning Wood has left his post. Let's go”
Feet, acting like a
toddler's first step, search for Slippers.
Morning wood, blocked by kidney, shouts: "Hey, if we knock over the water bottle again, maybe we can get her to stir?"
"We can't see!" feet interrupts.
Hand shoots for the
iphone.
Steve Job's Ghost snickers.
As conscious heads
to the bathroom with everyone in tow, he sees Coffee Pot in the glow
of the night light.
She's seductively
sitting on the counter like a Colombian hooker. Beckoning.
Subconscious: “Hey,
where's the calculator?........”
Friday, January 24, 2020
Don't Remember If I Ever Posted This.. For The Floyd Fans....
If it's a repost.. enjoy. I'm listening to it now.
An eclectic collection of 30 official tracks realized by Pink Floyd between 1970-2014.
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