All of the words that have ever been said
Are bouncing around inside of my head
The squirrels chew ’em up and spit ’em back out
And that’s what this blog is all about
All of the things that I’ve ever seen
Play inside my mind on a big high-def screen
The crack squirrels watch them late at night
And come up with new ideas for me to write
Yes, the squirrels help me with my blog
Without them my head is just filled with fog
They are up there snorting all that crack
Turning my noggin into a big nut sack
Without them I could use my giant cranium
As a pot in which to grow a geranium
But the thing about having them in my skull
Is that at least my blog will never be dull
The squirrels waltz inside my brain
And it might just sound a little insane
But I sort of hope they try methamphetamine
Then they’ll take us even more place we’ve never been…
Pouring My Art Out 
Darn this is amazing…like really good! I might be a tad jealous it is so good. Or a lot…I am not saying which.
I am jealous of your ability to reach inside and pull out the darkness… as long as you don’t do it too often… maybe we should try one of those together sometime.
You don’t have any darkness in you I don’t think but you know I would never ever turn down a collab with you.
Maybe I can find the darkness in there somewhere… or I can always fake it.
It may be time for an intervention…not just for the crack squirrels.
uh oh
i would do your best too talk those squirrels into thinking twice about methamphetamine, but then what do i know?
I tried that
i know they never listen!
exactly
lol
wheeeeeeeeee
lost for words now!
ha
you call that a word?
a short word
Is this catching? Have seen an acupuncturist?
Not contagious… and I need an eviction lawyer, not a doctor.
oh oh oh eviction! Homeless squirrels?
there are still holes in trees last time I checked.
Reblogged this on Shackled and Crowned and commented:
A, really knows how to plaster a smile on yer face. Give him a read, you won’t be disappointed.
Love this, A. I need to reblog, because I just reflagged a much more solemn piece that I adore all the same. This will certainly lighten the emotional load.
That’s what I’m here for…
You just wrote some old school Green Day lyrics
I am that good.
Yep
HA!
Your poetry has improved quite a bit, It looks that way from where I sit, Got to love those crack squirrels, If they need more work I’ll give them referrals, I can’t say I recommend their use of crack, I do think they should cut back. Lucy
There’s no need to be sarcastic, Lucy!
hey now
The crack squirrels are mine. Mine mine mine.
you can have some of them.
Oh, I’ll take them all right. Will I ever.
Use them wisely…
That is not sarcasm. No, sarcasm would be: “The crack squirrels are in your cranium’s prison, maybe you should have an exorcism, I know a Priest who could do just that, But there’s a lot in there to chip away at.”
Lucy
Boy is there ever…
I like it. Hmmm, cranium… I think I might have been looking for that word. And now, on to my denouncement of this crack squirrel cult!
Go for it. Lucy
It’s on. It’s so on.
and on and on… you guys could even do it on the comment post… just sayin’…
Belly too full of crack squirrel.
hey now
I dun went and ate em.
curse you
I think my latest post amply describes my culinary traditions. Holmes.
I will get to that soon.
They are pets… or an infestation… not food…
They food!
you are food…
that minion chow… is made from real minions… HA!!!
Funny you should say that…
uh oh
yeah… what you said… to yourself…
Make it a denouement… whatever that is…
wait… I Googled denouement… that is a good word for us.
oh yeah
HA! But my poetry has always been good… I will let that slide since it fit the rhyme…
Thanks. It’si been awhile since I poetried you. Lucy
Keep up the good work.
Oh, oh Trent is back – those crack squirrels will have a run for their money now,.
crack squirrels versus meth beavers…
You just watch yourself, now. Soon, I will dispense infinite wisdom to the purveyors of the crack squirrel. The time of the squirrel is done, I tell you.
That’s is what we say about the meth beavers…
Bwahahaha!
This is a good response, Paul. Bring the evil!
sigh
what… everybody gets to do the evil laugh now? But this is my criminal organization bent on world domination!
Whole Lee Crap. I swear just the other day I was thinking that I don’t have crack squirrels in my head so much as meth rats…
GET OUT OF MY HEAD, ART!
meth rats would be a good name for a band…
or maybe meth lab rats?
no… too confusing
WHAT?!? It’s *perfect*.
well then, start a band.
I did that. Remember?
http://fluffandbunkum.wordpress.com/portfolio/the-effie-goodnight-project/
well since I just found out about this place, I haven’t seen that yet, but if I am starting over, we should renegotiate our ‘reading each other’s stuff contract…
Hey now. I posted that forever and ago on the old blog.
You want to renegotiate? Dude. I just trimmed my reading list *way* the hell down so I could actually read the stuff I want to read (AND lose the jerks who wanted to tell me what to write).
As long as I ain’t one of them… and I do not remember that post… and I read all of the posts.
Yee hee hee ha… if it doesn’t come across as such, this is my evil maniacal Dr. Terrible laugh.
I believe that the only person who should have an evil maniacal laugh in this secret lair is the head evil villain…
Ha ha ha ha…. (super maniacal laugh)
is this a power play?