Seriously 
guys?
Why'd 
I 
have
to 
get 
the
purple 
suit?
If
there's
a 
race 
of
Commie
Moonderthals
up 
here,
I'm 
a 
big
walking
grape 
target.

I went to 
the gas station
and found
gas prices were 
sky high.
So I went to the pet shop
to spend my gas money
on a hamster,
but hamsters cost more
than gas,
no lie!
But the pet lady 
told me that 
mamsters were free,
and I thought,
hey - lucky me - 
now I can spend my 
two "O" five
on ice cream.
I got the
mamster 
and the
little sucker
mangled my hand!
And I screamed
"This mamster
is as mean
as gasoline!"
With that
the mamster
chomped,
and I howled again,
"I'm gonna stick
this mamster in my 
gas tank!"
And the pet lady said,
"Sorry sir.  
You can't do that."
I asked why not,
and the pet lady said,
"Why sir,
don't you know?
Gas goes there."

Glamourarra Glitterarra
came to disco go-go
down from NY 
all the way to San Diego.

She said she was on
vacation,
in flash of lash
and boot a' move,
which caught the glint
of golfin' CEO's
dribbling lobster
on their 
money fat suits.

Those CEOs purred
"Glamourarra Glitterarra
on TV 
would be some
rabbit hat trick..."
all the while
feeling their wallets
grow ghoul green thick. 

But what those CEOs
did not know,
was that 
Glamourarra Glitterarra
worked in TV also,
and was broadcasting
back feeds 
from Orion's Belt
to M83 -
with those
sloshing CEOs
as the fool-stars
of her very own
#1 pan-galactic show.

Headless 
dressed
The 
Horseman
is 
here.

Washed 
in 
tons
of 
blind 
ride
fear.

A 
haunting 
made
from 
a 
suit 
of 
snakes.

While 
I's 
are 
eyeless,
in 
this 
our 
wake.

The
reason
why
Squorty
Tails,
the 
Delmarva
Fox 
Squirrel,
didn't
have
a
girl-squirrel-friend
wasn't
because
he 
didn't
know
how
to
charm
em',
but 
because 
he
was
endangered.

Click here to read more about the Delmarva Fox Squirrel.

Werewolves 
just don't bother me,
only traveling Weretos.
Never going home
when they know
they really should soon.
Oh I wish they'd go and
pester, Josie, Jill or Jeff
Check into the zoo at Salisbury
take up residence 
with that inconspicuous sloth.
Oh those, Weretos, Weretos,
where for out yous?
Making a ruckus at 
continental breakfast,
(that's where)
never bidding fond ados.
Always doing annoying things
like wearing out my new shoes
But really,
there's no sense in arguing
with an
"I Can't Wait!"
Cause a Wereto only knows 
one point of view...  
So pack an extra knapsack.
Hope the Stewardess doesn't ask.
The Wereto is going,
no matter when,
no matter how,
no matter what address.

They
will
always
correct
my
direction
even
though
I
know
there
are
no
wrong
writes,
just
the
one's
left.

*For Megan*

This is the other main character from the untitled project, Jonathan Winthrop. After Winthrop’s invention shop, “The Suspension of Invention”, is burned to the ground by mysterious forces, Winthrop sets out to investigate those same unknown forces with one of his patrons, Cecily the Fairyskate. However, Winthrop doesn’t believe in the unknown forces.

The Suspension of Invention

It's called the suspension 
of invention because
there is no such
thing as the
invented!
Yes, I fear
it is a comprehension 
of total misapprehension;
a belief from an invisible
incongruous dimension,
because I ask, 
how can it be made,
if it fails to exist?
Inventions are 
the invented intentions 
of extremely demented
head-ghouls who work
by ghostly-dark.
And head-ghouls are
notoriously uncemented
and mixed-up!
No, no, no, trust me, 
they all are...
That's why they hang in
graveyards 
digging other 
people's thoughts.
Yes, I know what 
I'm talking about!
Flights of fancy 
simply can't exist, 
they never-ever will!
That's ipso facto final!
So what are we 
doing here you ask?
Why we're inventing truth!
You're not even listening...
Now why on Earth did you
just give me a kiss?

Having giving up the life of door-to-door message sales, I’m once again hanging with the Employment Mouse. I.E., rather than planning a triumphant return to the world of work any time soon, my job is now solely focusing on making movies. This is Cecily the Fairyskate, one of the main characters from the ever evolving and yet untitled project I’ve been working on. In addition to being obsessed with bicycle modification and repair, Cecily can’t fly even though she has wings.

The Illusion of Flight

You just
don't know 
what you're
talking about...
Saying I 
can't fly...
Saying I 
might as well 
give up 
dreams of wide 
Big Sky...
Should I 
curl up 
and metaphorically die?
...
Ho-Hum.
...
Well first off, 
Big Sky is a place
(IN YOUR FACE!).
And for 
your information,
it's a 
town down 
in Montana!
And if a sky 
can be place,
Then I'll
elude your illusion
with my spoked
wheels flying
in a bicycle race!