OMG

the g stands for guys/guise. how have we been? i can't believe it's been (more than?) a month since we last communicated. i guess that when the world says hello, we say stop and i'm not really sure what song it is that i'm hearing in my head right now, but i think it's different from what the speakers are playing. to be in this strange metaphysical quandary is nothing if not bewildering. the root of too many words, i think. the tire, the node, frog and node, miss spoke, a verbo, a speaky. there are so many words yet be birthed. a: to see where the crazies ate. q: what did the card dealer (played by phyllis diller) really relish the prickly time at the asylum? it's not a perfect match. it's not a prefect match. this match doesn't work. this lighter is so heavy. these songs i think i've heard them before. raisins horses love amish in the barn. i know a number of fred barneseseses and basketball coaches with sleazy greazy hair and i knew lit figs and illit figs illicit cigs etc etc the single word list makes an acrostic an acronym and if you can realign your priorities it can become an anagram too. you know the feeling of eunoia, he know the feeling of henoia but really the hyena know the feeling-ga-ga-ga. so, from a hanoi of the hand.