Quietly Enjoy

We, the tenants of 51 Java Street in Brooklyn, NY, are hereby entitled to the simple act of quiet enjoyment.
Tue Dec 18

No No (nee no no) [a letter to the quiet]

there is no shortage of after-burn….

behold!

let me show you what it means to blame game cash on the misnomer.

(rubber stamp collectors might remember my invitation from last weeeeeeeeek)

a.k.a.  sneak up here daddio…

dance twice for the free onion (the gorgeous georgeous)

Dear noodle-clad union-worker junk-bot time-shifter with more than one unibrow,

I’m Glowing!!!!!

and the serpent doesn’t gum-drop in the decanter.

wainscott revival, trim the hedge, make known the rampart.

love,

bum-rattle 

p.s. good gravy to the little government glow-worms who gouge out the George-Forehead in all of us.