critical ass

on the last friday of each month, a lot of young men are on the look out for "critical ass." you don't need a vikki carr, or antoine carr, or truck robinson. you can bettis your life that you won't need a bus to get to critical ass. for it is indeed critical that all of us get ass once in a while. it's a good release. sinatra's recording of learning the blues was also a good release. please release me let me go, sang englebert and ernie. the two would often walk down this sesame street, but the pavement always stood beneath their feet before. did enchantment pour out of every door, or was that a sea of poor people? when it rains it poors, leaving us rich with water. i want to condensation these remarks but i didn't know what to autumn leaves out. since you've been gone, the leaves drift down my freda payne, and i don't feel o kahlo. the autumn leaves are red and a band of gold, and if you look closely, you can get a supremes view of them in motown. i wanted to diego there, and sit by the rivera. with a carribean queen on my arm, i would glide clyde to clyde gently along the ocean, as dinah and me would serenely look out upon the shore.
but greg, i must turn the page, for i think i see an uncle pinklon thomas coming, and i don't want him to hear me. i don't have much fight left, for life is a billy conn job, and if you don't have those grants like horace, it is a tough game to ed wynn. if i only had a heart, maybe things would be different. ahh, why am i lion. oz know it would still suck. at least i have dorothy's comments to green eggs and ham me on. of shakespeare's plays, i like green eggs and hamlet the best, travis. i thought i would springfield that at you out of the phil woods, and make a mclean break for it.
9/11 truth people (aka conspiracy nuts. count basie me in) are going to be throwing tea into the boston harbor. the thing is, it's cold out, and i could use a glass of tea! couldn't they just throw prune juice in? who would know the difference? bush blew up the towers. bin laden didn't blow up the projects. it's like halloween when kids go egging. what a waste of food! people are starving and you are buying dozens of eggs to throw at trains and cars and other people who happen to be walking down the block? what are we, mental midgets? (what is it with this guy and rhetorical questions? there he goes again! now it's exclamation points. when will it end? well, at least he's back to question marks. good, a period. finally, some normal punctuation around here. if they knew what i would end up using my englisg degree for.) yes, i know, i spelled english incorrectly. just checking to make sure you are still reading closely.
think about this. we work, not for the essentials of life, but for pieces of paper that can get us these essentials. (and sadly, a lot of crap too, like i pods and sex orgies) why not just cut out the middle man? we all know that money is the martha root and the vandellas of all evil. maybe if i knock on nick wood, money will go away, let me be, i don't want to see you anymore, because you'll hurt me like you hurt me before ("go away" from jackie wilson's obscure 1973 album "beautiful day." it was the 3rd track on the record, following "beautiful day" and "because of you" the "because of you" was not the old standard made popular by tony bennett, which my dad sung at the age of 7, but dan rather, a jumpy r and b tune, similar to the spinners and warwick's "then came you.") i'm sure you will find that info vitally significant as you go through life.
there, i did my good deed for the bobby darin daye.
i'm outta here.