Welcome to the internet.
Please check your brain in at the door.
Oh now that's all done and away with I can get on with this poem.
Pixies flurry in a row
inter-vines chock their cords
curate posts I don't know
ganglions pry open boards
I see me
an abstract thought
what's good is a lot
But without a story that's fine
There is no punchline
HERE IS YOUR BEDTIME STORY
You can thank Bill Watterson for the pictures of Calvin and Hobbes and ingenious dialogs.
As much as I try to stay away from this machine I am here again in the gears.
Has anyone seen famous Amos?
Amos 8:11-13
“Look! The days are coming,”
declares the Lord God,
“when I will send a famine throughout the land—
not a famine of food or a thirst for water—
but rather a famine of hearing the words of the Lord.
People will stagger from sea to sea,
from north to east.
They will run back and forth,
searching for a message from the Lord,
but they won’t find it.
At that time,
the beautiful virgins will faint,
as will the strong young men—from thirst.