hope is the thing with feathers

i need to mc where my hammer is. if i had one, i would hammer in the mourning just to wake alonzo up. maya, it is a beautiful day to take a walker. alice told me that taking a walk is the wright thing to do, and lena, i agree with her. alice was a woman, a lover, and a friend, but she was tired of all the doggin around from her boy danny, so she quit the relationship. that took a lot of wilson on her part, but she did it. and now, danny needs to cooke for himself, and his life is no longer gaye. danny was too busy thinking about his girlfriend's bebe coat, so he didn't have time for nothing else.
one knight, while eating a grape and feeling vine, i thought to myself; i am gladys to be alive! hello out there! there ain't no mountain hi enough to keep me away from good music, like the gordon jenkins composition "goodbye." how sweet it is to gleason to great music. what's going on my turn table next you ask? mercy mercy me, i'm not shore yet. just wait and sea, dave dinger, for you can a Ford to be patient. so relax under a braintree, and think of peace. and then, get off horace and make that silver you need to survive. your life can be filled with gloria, for you have everything to gayner and nothing to lose. donna says the summer winds may blow, and a hard rain may autumn in new york, but you need to mo vaughn, sarah. life can be ella on earth if you stress the negative. but, if you are positive, life can be a holiday that no lack of dollar billie's can make you forget, guy. yes, if you have the williams, life is filled with serenaty. men are from a bar in mars, women are from frankie avalon's version of venus, beyond the bay. watch yourself. carmen, you can do it.
this blog has gone to pot. it has bellied up, and i can no longer stomach its contents. please, make a footnote of my plea, or put my two pleas into your ipod and get a charge from my words. compute the results, and then, polish my apple, for i need a soothing presence that will present me with a positive experience. meanwhile, like a fox, michael thinks of the j's he will shoot in the future, long shots fired when there is warren the moon, and even though he will hold a sign which says "no blood for oilers," the war will go on and on. he will carvey out a niche for himself as an activist, and each dana, he will perservere in his efforts. and each saturday night live at the movies, we won't care what movies we see, for we will all act as drifters and go to movies no moore. we will be starrs, and we will all be edwinners, and johnny will no longer study war in school, for war is good for absolutely nothing. instead, he will play with his tolstoy's with the others leo's in his family, as they recollect the past under an august moon.
and the world will live as one.
imagine that? in this fight for decency on the planet earth, we will emerge from the ringo a starr. we will wynn, for no one can beatle us. we have heart, and we will fight to the end.
what the fuck am i talking about?
just trying to keep from thinking about being a citizen of our 21st century fascist state.
until next time.