Tuesday, January 26, 2010
You Are Now Entering the Twilight Zone
Occasionally my teeth fall out, I lose my way, cuss folks out, make babies, and forget articles of clothing. Then I wake up, jump out of bed sing the hallelujah chorus find my tennis shoes and charge down the straight and narrow and belt out I walk the line. The land between dreams and conscious, is my personal navigational buoy that anchors me to the good ship lollipop. Cause not knowing who your baby daddy is and delivering a speech in the buff and cussing down your family is the guilt that sinks ships. But a clean conscience is the stuff that floats the boat. What you talking bout, Folgers? The best part of waking up is knowing that ain’t no baby bump, it’s just last night’s pizza.