"Quantum leap after quantem leap."
"Do I open the door, or step into the mirror?"
"Handing me an ancient Ouija board planchette."
"Invoking musty animals out of their control."
I once was lost But met someone that Showed me the right path Even if it was left A thought provoking madman That lived under a tree With an antisocial fragrance Day drinker blues and A walking stick Made of old stale bread He muttered words That smelled bad Behind a candy corn smile In … Continue reading “Talking to Myself in Public”