how to make g-d sneeze [a story told under a lemon tree in 4 seconds or less]

okay.
straight up.
title has nothing to do with anything. my brain is just unloading all excess words from the day, and that line was mental remnants of earlier writing...
hmm.
nothing like a good meta-cognitive post to get you missing the unbearable lightness of being. i'm all biz eating my frozen grapes [takes exactly 42.01 hours to get them perfect], staring at my empty diet pepsi can [i wonder if i can spell caffeine backwards or forwards for that matter], wondering why the book i ordered still hasn't come [a contraband mexican children's book for Berkie] and why that hyena of a cow thought jumping over the moon was ever a good idea in the first place.

besides i'm abstaining- i'm stil stuck scrubbing off all my Breughel doodlings from my legs.
things are coming, things are going, well almost everything, except this fabulous weather. lately, i find myself dressing to match the current shade of falling leaves [which in my opinion has become a briliant but slightly burnt creamsicle orange [somewhat in the school of sorbet], refer to said location on President Street], a very poetic image i know... maybe i should write a poem about myself- ode to the lady of the brooklyn leaves [running with all that color and away with a very gay Walt Whitman]
or not.

poster droppings and their undies...just how domesticated is Desperate Blogville??

back to my yummy grapes and Frankenstein [we're bonding- he says hello at least i think that's what blinking at the screen translates as]

so i am back to contemplating the laughing cow jumping over the ridiculously serious green moon.
wonder if that square man on the moon thought it was a tad strange to be staring at a huge canvas of black holes as it sailed over his head.
maybe he did.
probably not.
i'm going to ask Frankenstein.