Oliver sez............
Why, we would all be rich if we got paid for babbling.
Of course a society's politicians... would even get extra for their poor hair doo's and bulging eyes due to overactive thyroids.......
As Oliver drove by the enormous cemetery yesterday... he Snap Saluted all the tens of thousands why the millions even that were in there earthen homes, as he went by.
He has a distant relation in there from the 1600's and that Plymouth Rock business........
Upon Israel Cole's Plymouth Rock grave is inscribed....." You find the place where I am laid to molder in the dust.
As you must be, tis only said that I am here first" gut wrenching funny........ or
Well that is good for a chuckle...... don't you think? Humor eternal is our only saving grace.
Olivers Granny had a green metal box of old Silver coins you know about the size of a medium fishing tackle box...... when he was a boy she showed them to him ohhhhhhhh how his eyes sparkled and she said one day Oliver this will be yours sweetie...........
Why they were the old pure silver ones even.... somehow they performed a disappearing act...between the time she passed away and Olivers due receivership of them a slight of hand on someones part............... imagine.
Dead Cockroaches upon their backs legs pointed skyward some not quite dead yet clawing heaveward........Pity............
Its all really just ......... Babbling Time during the interim between birth and death, Isn't it, don't you think so too?
Charmed I am sure......... goo goo ga ga gee gee handling Serpents and speaking in Tongues.
Abba wa ba laba boo boo............ la la la la la la..............
Babbling Time.
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