Anything he can do i can do better...no really. The man was a total pot-head.

Miracle of God someone could become famous with a fried brain like that man, thus I've decided I too could become famous by propelling the words from my mind so fast that they may not even form cohesive sentences, call these word-vomit concoctions "Poetry", and get published. Hence, that is what this shall be subtitled,

"Word-Vomit Concoctions"
Dedicated to Margaret,
for always laughing with me.

~The literature of this day, is hairy monkey's urine.

~The happenings of onez brain circa3AM may cause chaos run amuck the yard of your duck.

~Fruit falls from tree, only if it groes on you.

~Cable calls as rain falls down walls of empty halls in busy malls

~You must always find your mother. Make haste!

~When the rain falls on the plain in the North of Spain a squirrel dies in your brain.

~Flatulence, is like the body's natural sigh, tears are like the bathing of the eye.

~If your mother was you, and you were me, and your sister too, then who would I be?

~Poker chips your teeth by the crack of your smile in the darkening while.

~A broken piano keys like stone breaking each bone more over the phone as it left alone.

~Jim is really Jan, but jan was once a man who drove fancy van while very tan.

~ Due to the movies, the sky will fall in 2010. It will be the die off all the men. Counting down to 2010, save your ponies until then.