This is the complete April 2012 work of Mikel K. You can send all your kisses here by Mikel K Poems from April 2012   Women, you can't play golf with me. Have I lied to you? Have I treated you like shit?   Somewhere along the way, I got the idea that I was supposed to write The Story. Things around me seemed so important, that I had to get them down onto a notebook, or computer hard drive. This behavior probably seems alien to most of you.   Sometimes, the best poem is the, "to do" list.   "There are lots of opportunities out there, you just have to look very, very hard to find them."--Man on CNN talking   Go On Go on go on with your plastic kiss. Go on go on, yesterday it was me who you dismissed. Now, I summon you, you run so fast, the wind blew out the candles in the hall, and we're covered in darkness but I know what I see I know what is standing in front of me.   Answer This I wonder if Darwin had anything to do with it, if this dead frined of mine, was simply at the lower end of the gene pool, and had done what he was programmed to do: kill himself, slowly, and painfully, to him and all around him. over the short decades that he had lived on this earth. We could surmise endlessly, but there will never be an answer to this.   You don’t know me From reading 10,000 poems, hundreds of journal entrees, and one book.   I Love You, and hope that you are experiencing Peace. Will I die because of aspartame, or because I worried myself to death about aspartame?   As an author, Mikel K is noted for his poetry which often turns dramatically on unconventional but vivid images powered by imagination, strange and detailed observational metaphors, humor, and satire, all presented in a seemingly simplistic, childlike manner.   But, I might not I might look for someone I lost, but, I might not.   She looks less perfect with another man than she did with me. The truth hurts, but I wish them both the best of everything. If I could talk to him, I might warn him. She probably wouldn’t let me talk to him, though. She would hover on our conversation.   It is always possible to discharge a commitment. It is easy to get rid of a moron. I like to watch the turtles at the pond sit on their stick. Ice cream can be a really fun way to get fat. Priests have shoved their sacred dicks into little boys’ asses.   When you are making decisions, are you really making decisions, or just doing the sum total of all you have ever been told?   I promise to not get elected, and, if I do, I won't run.   I need soy cream, and milk. I need. I need. I want. I want.   I was wide awake at 3 a.m. The cat knew it before I did; he burrowed his head into my hand but didn’t get a very long head rub The kitty litter box needed changing and this seemed like the perfect time to do it. The cats are happy.   Did Ronnie put Neil down? There’s always one better than the one you got, but you ain’t never going to find her.  Not blind, but... My vision has been cloudy for several days. It is weird to have limited vision. I have always been blessed with superior sight.   Beauty The Beautiful sun hits the beautiful plants that are sitting on the beautiful porch. My coffee is beautiful. You are beautiful. I am beautiful.   Hello He's not the kind of guy who I would, normally, go out of my way to say hello to and I am sure that he would not hang out anywhere near me except for the fact that we are neighbors; so we have to say hello to each other, every once in a while.   Clouds can’t see Clouds can’t see what I got going on. You’re stuck in yesterday, if you are pointing a finger at me.   Hereditary it may be You make me feel good, but still I feel bad about myself, most of the time.   I was wide awake at 3 a.m. One of the cats knew it before I did; he burrowed his head into my hand but didn’t get a very long head rub The kitty litter box needed changing and this seemed like the perfect time to do it. The cats are happy, and I will, soon, go back to bed.   I am poisoning myself I am poisoning myself with the food that they sell me with thoughts that I ought to screen better; what matters should be important to me.   When I cease to be who I am Nobody says hello. Nobody phones. I am not who I say I am the minute there is no food in the kitchen, the minute there is no money for the power bill I will not be able to play poet anymore, and the dogs will not let me leave my shoes on the floor.   My veneer is thin. You can look right through my skin.   I am capable of feeling bad. I am capable of feeling very bad, and that is the way that I feel today.   There was something in my stool samples that told my doctor that I had dogs. Now, that's just really weird when you think about it. I wonder what the readings would give them if I ate snot.   My son, and i, are going to eat homemade hot dogs, and French fries, tonight. We are doing this because we can not afford to eat at a five star restaurant. I mean how unfair is this fucking world.   Art Schmart I'm no longer interested in being in a traveling band. I never thought that I could memorize a script, and so I could never act. I can't draw. I can't paint, and I call myself a fucking artist.   I kept meaning to; and meaning to; and meaning to walk the dogs. But I didn't, and now it is pouring down rain. Fuck.   Unsuccessful I tried to quit cussing. I was not successful I tried to stay away from love. It broke my heart.   There was some blue buried deep down inside my gray, and I found it earlier in my day.   The difference between a bum and a guy with a dollar is? I'll have my thumb outstretched outside The Greyhound maybe one day they'll let bums in. Won't that be good for an erection in one executive, or two?   Numb I don't know where I am going. I don't know where I been. I don't know where I am, and they are patting me on the back telling me that I am successful.   The know it all bug guy knows everything but how to get the bugs completely out of this house. There is a cockroach taunting me, right now, on my desk; I practically smashed my hand trying to kill the thing.   It’s sick to be in love with me I don’t love me, and I, probably, won’t love you back.   God might not talk to me, today The answer may not be on the screen in front of me buried somewhere in the social media network.   He’s not hip to the scene but he is certainly hip. Does he wage unseen wars? Do a handful of pills make him normal in the morning? I am hip to the scene that he is completely unaware of, but the pills are doing me no good.   “He died of a self-inflicted .44 Magnum gunshot wound to the head.” I wonder if I could have stopped him. I wonder if I could have gotten one more poem, one more story, one more book out of him. He said that he would do it, and he did.   The refrigerator, and I, often stare at each other. A hot dog bun in bag just fell on the floor and landed on the weight scale. It weighs a thousand pounds.   That way we are both happy My dog bite has healed but not so many of the resentments that I have carried with me over time. I want to love everybody, but I can't, so many of you, I just forget about.   “Duloxetine is used to treat depression and generalized anxiety disorder (GAD; excessive worry and tension that disrupts daily life and lasts for 6 months or longer).” That little blue and white pill that I take in the morning seems so friendly. The bed’ that I slept in, last night, is a mess. I must have tossed, and turned for most of the night. I dreamed that I wanted to buy a hooker, and, suddenly, there were thousands of them lining an unknown street, hollering at me. “Oxcarbazepine is also sometimes used to treat bipolar disorder (manic-depressive disorder; a disease that causes episodes of depression, episodes of frenzied abnormal excitement, and other abnormal moods).” Some days, the pills don’t work.   He talks too much when he works, and it is, now, obvious that he doesn’t know what he is doing on the job. Voice in his head said, "You can never go back." I've gone back in my head and in my heart and I have never found anything to keep me there.   I want you to live off me but there is a cockroach on the floor, and it is all that I can think of, now.   I hate when the hallway is covered in dog shit, as it was this morning. I think that one of the dogs is reacting negatively to the canned food that I added to his meal. Prayers help: Dear God, thanks for letting me see the new day, breath the air of a new day. Guide me in thought, word, and action. I’m playing for keeps There are morons everywhere and they will lump you in with them, if you let them. But I didn't fit in I tried being a tree in the forest. I tried being a tire on a car. I tried being a window on a house.   Everything is artificial like sweetener, and my smile.   Like anyone will care that you write a poem. Like anyone will care that you post your picture.   I once moved cross country to get away from me, but when I got there, I was still with me. I lost my self in booze, cocaine, and one night stands in L.A.. Hangovers, and depression, were my constant companions. I worked the door at a rock and roll bar. A guy I worked with, who was from New York, used to say to me, “Call me anything but late to the mirror.” Another door guy sold coke; and I bought it, and bought it, pretty much snorting my way out of L.A.   I’m going to try not to react to any of my negative emotions, this morning; not tell you how bad I feel about this, or that; how badly I got screwed over by so, and so. There will be no Easter eggs hidden for me this weekend. I’m not pissed off about that; my feelings are just hurt that I am not a child anymore.   My chair is broken it is through cooperating with me. I can only sit in it in the lower, most uncomfortable position. It is not as bad a situation as many other situations in the world.   The floor wasn’t put down very well is all I can think, although, at the time, I thought that the fellow who put it down was a pro. The floor squeaks when the dogs piss on it; it squeaks after I wash it, which is not all that often. I’m in a bitchy mood, right now…I was supposed to get a new floor in this dump, and I haven’t, but The Landlords are in West Palm Beach, this weekend, soaking up the sun, enjoying the sand. You shouldn’t give your tenants your Facebook addy. 4.7.12   One Be The smell of bacon cooking is nauseating. I will eat the pig who died for my sins. Someone is running a lawn mower at 8 a.m.; what an asshole. In a perfect world, I would make straight A's. I am most heartily sorry for that one B.   Joan is looking through my refrigerator, and is finding things covered in mold. I am bummed out that I forgot about a seafood salad sandwich that I had put in there, last week, that she is, now, dropping in the trash. Moldy pineapples, and leftover smoothies that I forgot about are all, now, being held in front of me. Gosh, I thought that I had a full fridge of food, but, now, that Joan has gone through it, my big white box is almost empty. I am spoiled to have so much food, and let it go to waste. Someone should banish me to permanent purgatory, or hide the painted eggs so well that I will never find them. Punish me for my sins, will you?   I want us to be equal, but if it were 1975, again, and I had on those blue long distance running shoes that I bought to run the mile, and the two mile, in, I would try to leave you in the dust, now, just like I did then. (By the way, I set the mile(4:42) and two mile(10:06) records for my high school the first time that I ever ran each event in my life. And in a few years I would be running around another town, a much bigger town sporting a Mohawk, and hanging around in punk rock bars with drag queens.   From Where Poems Come From I wrote the poem, "Carol Sucks" in a bowling alley about 15 years ago. It was a Saturday, like today is a Saturday, and I was pissed that I was up, and at the alley, with my son, and her son, and she was back at her place still sleeping. I can't stand bowling, and I can't stand being up early on a Saturday.   We play games, when it comes to sex, sometimes, but we are never late to the table for food. We give thanks to A Higher Power for our blessings, and then we chow down.   I do not share my inner turmoil with my grandson. His presence cleans all problems from my mind. I am in the now when I hold his hand. It is a bright, beautiful, optimistic world when I am with him.   The bug man sprayed last week; this morning the bugs are laughing at me   Run from that man he doesn’t have a job. Praise that millionaire he put single moms, and her two kids on the street; and The Easter Bunny that sanctions your behavior rose from the dead today. Easter Morning 2012   I Thank God When she shows me her tits, I thank my Higher Power. When she shows me her pussy, I thank my Higher Power. When I put it in her, I thank The Lord, oh Lord how do I thank The Lord When she comes, I thank The Lord, and when I come, I thank God.   This Great Nation Republicans, why don’t you take out the poor, and shoot them; they are not living your American Way. But who would then work for you for minimum wage? Oh yeah, the millions of undocumented Mexicans who you brought into this great nation, so that you could pay them even less than you were paying.   Me and You Assholes reside in Famous Bands, they exist on buses, and on the sidewalk. Assholes are family members, supposed friends, and members of the opposite sex who don't warm to you, immediately, when you smile at them. Assholes are business poeple, and politicians. Assholes are high school basketball coaches, Little League Coaches, and your Boss. Assholes are him. Assholes are her. Assholes are me, and you.   People have Little Leauge games to get their kids to. They have to buy groceries, and gasoline. They don't have time to think   He is a star in a fading constellation that he created for himself then blew it to pieces. I have never made a ripple on any body of water.   I don’t know if it is polite to wait until others have gone to the buffet, but I don’t care. I am going to be the first mother fucker at the buffet swallowing sushi, stuffing down wings, and sucking down deviled eggs.   You got your gold record, and your near anonymity, but your liver got you right before you turned 62.   Then it might be Love Do you do all the really boring things, together and have fun? Does it matter whether you don't have one cent, or a hundred dollars, to go out for the night? Does she give in in each and every fight? Just kidding, but how you fight is important, too; isn't it?   The Final Break Up She left with his pot, and her purse, knowing then that he would be sad to see her go.   I gave a big whew today. Rick Santorum pulled out of his run for The Presidency. Even the possibility that that man could have wound up The White House was a very scary thing. I don’t like to be scared.   Step on me I’ll not make a sound you taught me how to not scream.   Steal my thunder, I was thinking that, too. I wonder if what I see is what you see. I wonder if what I wear is what you wear. I wonder if what I wonder is what you wonder.   I know I know what it means to serve. I know what it means to run away. I know what it means to be locked up. I know what it means to be set free. I know what it means to be knocked down. I know what it means to get up. I know what it means to say hello. I know what it means to say goodbye. (For Kubuki Tet-asan at 3 a.m.)   George Zimmerman's Mental Health Evaluation Test He sat there, and they looked at him, knowing that the world was waiting to hear what they had to say about him. Zimmerman is the story of the moment. The same cameras are clicking on him that captured Casey in Florida. Lady Di is looking down from Heaven.   Not Today It's hot? Snot? I can't see.   In Florida, there is a camera in the bathrooms. Like • • Share. .. .. Activity Recent Mikel became friends with Lichen Preview. 42 minutes ago. Mikel joined The Bums. 47 minutes ago. Mikel liked Bakos Amp Works. Monday. Mikel added details about his time at MIKEL K BOOKS. 5 April. Mikel joined L5P Rockstar Orchestra in Concert. 21 March. Mikel changed his Website. 15 March. . Mikel K Poet 11 minutes ago near Atlanta . I just saw Zimmerman. I just saw Zimmerman. Like • • Share. .. .. Mikel K Poet: 16 minutes ago near Atlanta A CNN Reporter was asked by a CNN Reporter if he knew anything about Zimmerman's First Night In Jail. (Seems like a stupid/unanswerable question to me). Mikel K Poet: "I'm the most important person in The World." In Florida, there is a camera in the bathrooms. I just saw Zimmerman. I just saw Zimmerman. I'm interested to listen to women on tv say that raising kids is a lot of work. TAhey never mention the word, "Love."   Failure I was quickly on the street and soon back to what had put me there. I didn’t have a care, the things that I worried about didn’t matter. A pigeon just shit on my head, and ruined this poem.   Some people say yes it is. Some people say no it isn't. Other folks say why. Some say why not.   Goodbye Everybody I know I just said hello, but it is time already to go. It was a pleasure meeting you; we’ll shake hands, again, some day soon, when I have something else to sell.   Somehow I’m a parasite out drinking the night didn’t pay for the view I got now but wow God must be working for me, too.   That ugly burn smell coming from the kitchen was the dogs' rice.   I really must have something better to do than this! Axl Rose has got $200 million. Slash has got $35 million. Michael Stipe has got $60 million. Henry Rollins has got $12 million. Ru Paul has $4 million, and I'm trying to sell a celebrity signed TV Guide on the internet. I wonder how much Chuck Dukowski has? Didn't make the bed(never do). Didn't unload the dishwasher(what a pain in the ass). Took the dogs out. Fed them, the cats, and the turtles. Wrote, wrote, and wrote: so it has been a succesful day here, at The Offices of K. Somehow I’m a parasite out drinking the night didn’t pay for the view I got now but wow God must be working for me, too.   Like Anyone Like anyone will care that you write a poem. Like anyone will care that you post your picture.   In Florida, there is a camera in the bathrooms. Like • • Share. .. .. Activity Recent Mikel became friends with Lichen Preview. 42 minutes ago. Mikel joined The Bums. 47 minutes ago. Mikel liked Bakos Amp Works. Monday. Mikel added details about his time at MIKEL K BOOKS. 5 April. Mikel joined L5P Rockstar Orchestra in Concert. 21 March. Mikel changed his Website. 15 March. . Mikel K Poet 11 minutes ago near Atlanta . I just saw Zimmerman. I just saw Zimmerman. Like • • Share. .. .. Mikel K Poet: 16 minutes ago near Atlanta In Florida, there is a camera in the bathrooms. A CNN Reporter was asked by a CNN Reporter if he knew anything about Zimmerman's First Night In Jail. (Seems like a stupid/unanswerable question to me). Mikel K Poet: "I'm the most important person in The World." I just saw Zimmerman. I just saw Zimmerman. I'm interested to listen to women on tv say that raising kids is a lot of work. TAhey never mention the word, "Love."   I need to hire someone to get the clear wrappers off of my white wintergreen Life Savers. If I can figure out a way to profit greatly off you, and then pay you nothing while you open wrapprs for me, will you pat me on the back as a "success" because I have money, and you don't?   If I ate you, before you ate me; what would everybody say?   Goodbye Everybody I know I just said hello, but it is time already to go. It was a pleasure meeting you; we’ll shake hands, again, some day soon, when I have something else to sell.   I'd fuck her, is moving in my brain to, I would have fucked her.   I Stay I’m so out of it and I don’t think that I am going to get in on it, so I better be happy right here where I stay!   Bring Me Something Bring me something. Bring me something good. Bring it here. Bring it now. I want want want want it. I need need need need it. Give it to me, Baby.   Ask not what Mikel K has done for you, ask what you can do for Mikel K.   The Republican He took your pennies and, then, he told you to cover up your panties.  Would you take a walk on the wild side with Bank of America? Would you share a cab with Bank of America? Would you let your your kid hang out with Bank of America's kid? Would you go to the same restaurants that Bank of America goes to? Would Bank of America let its kid hang out with your kid? Would you sit in the same theatre as Bank of America?   If I could have whispered in your ear no telling what I might have told you. There's no telling what I might have told you. I might have told you hello. I might have told you goodbye. I might have told you that I was leaving. I might have told you that I would stay forever. I might have told you to stay. I might have told you to go. Or maybe I would say to you nothing, and just enjoy the day.   State of The Art Shit State of the art shit does it make you happy or does it bog you down? Do you long for simpler times?   My stomach is upset I shouldn’t have done those bong hits of bologna.   Everybody feels the rain flow My constant traveling companion was worry, and fear was always with us, waiting to bust out into anger.   This is me. I refuse to lay down. This is me; still chasing my dream.   I am scared of no man, and I am scared of everyman.   If you behaved in the intake room of a mental hospital like you do at a baseball game, they would take you in and never let you out.   If you are a true fan, you leave your, and the world's, problems behind you, once you hand your ticket to the man, or woman, at the turnstile. There is no Syria; there is no George Zimmerman, there is no Mitt Romney, or Barack Obama. You are probably never so much in the moment as when your favorite player hits a home run.   The Secret Service is banging hookers they got caught in Columbia. Where was The President when they were getting head?   My titanic is sinking I can’t believe that gold doesn’t float.   In a short time, I'll be leaving and I won't have long to get there.   As You You used to soothe me now you sue me for not being the same.   Are you a hippy chick, or a punk rock girl? Do you long to be a model, or a housewife? Do you want to wear a business suit or a bikini to work?   I want to be like Ted Nugent Stupid, and perhaps a danger to himself, and others. I want to be like Hank Williams Jr. Screaming, “Nigger,” backstage when there are black musicians present. I want to be like Eric Cantor, who doesn’t give a fuck. I think that all politicians should be given mental health evaluations, and drug tests. There is, obviously, something wrong with them.   Hey Shove it up your ass. You don't come around here No more personal interaction No more friendly satisfaction Stick it up your ass, will ya? Stick it up your ass, will ya? I don't need no one hurting my feelings.   All I can send you is Love I can't send you money I won't send you sympathy, all I can send you, my friend is love, love, love. They say that it makes the world go round, but try putting Love in your gas tank.   I don't want I don't want to be a soldier I don't want to struggle for the legal tender I don't want to climb the ladder I don't want to wait in line I don't want to wait in traffic I don't want to wait for a good table at a fancy restauant. If everyone else is there I'd rather be somewhere else.   I ain't quite as young as I used to be The mistakes that used to haunt me no longer exist. I doin't care if I'm on the guest list.   Bring Me Something Bring me something. Bring me something good. Bring it here. Bring it now. I want want want want it. I need need need need it. Give it to me, Baby.   Answer This I wonder if Darwin had anything to do with it, if this dead frined of mine, was simply at the lower end of the gene pool, and had done what he was programmed to do: kill himself, slowly, and painfully, to him and all around him. over the short decades that he had lived on this earth. We could surmise endlessly, but there will never be an answer to this.   I want to know that I was right; it doesn’t matter who was wrong.   Money is the issue Yes, I would love to do it but I can’t; I don’t have the money. How many times, in a week, do you say that to yourself.   hey there i would like to know your point of view on drug test for people applying for welware. I think that they should drug test rich republican elected officials.And give them all mental health evalutaions!They ain't acting quite right.I m against it.. thank you   Will our time together be long like my dick or short like your clit?   She wore her stripper slippers every where she went, just in case someone wanted to slip her a buck, or two.   Alright, sit down, and say all the things that I want you to say. Say the things you say to me when you want me to feel pretty.   I’m always seeking never stopping to point my finger and ask why does that guy appear to have what I want.   On Neptune I don’t see why you worry about me. I don’t worry about you. I figure that you are grown up, and all, and are capable of taking care of yourself. I’m not quite sure who I am talking to, here, but I Love You.   Meet Me on Mars We are just alien interlopers Not really from here. Not really from anywhere, really.   None of my friends are Superstars. Many of them don’t have cars. They play guitar, and hang out in bars.   For years, waiting for children to call to say, “Come, Dad, do something with us,” but the call never comes; the kids have worlds of their own that they inhabit, now.   You found me in a gold mine. I said my day wasn’t far off.   Continue your investigation We must get to the bottom of this. Heads will roll. I will not put up with this. Anyone found guilty will be beaten.   Bears were scary enough He looked like a squirrel. Or a chipmunk, some weird creature from the woods, and she was calling him, “Her pretty one.” I was about to go camping for the first time in my life, and I was wondering if there would be men like him at the campsite.   Must a been a bad thing Lord knows Preacher tells us but in the heat of the moment I gave in.   Do you ever have Csepwyou Syndrome(Carry Some Extra Poop With You)? It's where you still have some poop on your butt after you are done wiping, and you carry it with you to another place where you finally get rid of it. Your butt itches quite a bit along the way.   Doing Nothing It's my wall. I put it there. And I say that there is no way around it. So, I stand behind it, and complain.   And this is just getting started I want to be the hand that holds your hand. I want my eyes to be on your face. I want your whisper to be in my ear. I want to come near you, and pull you close. I want to play with your hair, explore what's on your mind. I want to make you mine without owning you. I want to make you laugh. I want to make love to you.   I m having a happy day To have a happy day does everything have to go your way?   Well, I’m down on the day helped another man who was lousy on his luck, and nothing went in my kitty, today. I don’t want the whole pot of gold.   On Neptune I don’t see why you worry about me. I don’t worry about you. I figure that you are grown up, and all, and are capable of taking care of yourself. I’m not quite sure who I am talking to, here, but I Love You.   I'm The Drummer I need money for gasoline. You got a crew of Mexicans that keep your kitchen clean. If I'm late for the bus, I'll lose my job. If you're late to the mirror it's ok, you got another bag. You got your eye on the bass player.   Heading Home She's on that bus She likes to ride that bus. She don't like traffic, thinks that it ain't quite right.   Spring Fever There is no immediate hurry here, Little Butterfly. You can stay for a while, and I won't put a net over you.   He's shaking hands and pasting smiles onto unsuspecting peoples' eyes.   No Fun Funny the hold they have on us, long gone that they are. They made our lives miserable, as they sustained us, and, now, from the grave what they say is still with us. They are pointing their finger at our behavior, criticizing the way we look, who we date, what we are doing in school. Did I say, "Funny?" Funny? It's not funny at all.   Three generations of ugly are seated at a table in front of you and you are supposed to ask what kind of beverage they would like.   You beckon I come. You stumble I fall. You shout. I cower. You leave. I am alone.   I slink between worlds given, and those that I found by myself.   The last bag of lemons that I got from Kroger, were, perhaps, the prettiest lemons that I have ever purchased. I purchase lemons a lot; I squeeze one quarter to one half of one in the large glass of water that I sip on from all day long. These lemons sucked: they were all skin, and no pulp. You got like a drop of juice out of them. Lemon Farmers Come On!!   "You never have to go to meetings..." says the soft voice on the television. She is speaking of food, but, maybe, you went to meetings for something else, for many, many years.   I just ate a chocolate bunny that thought that it had made it: that thought that there was safety in the discount basket, but there wasn't.   When You Get Old Things Change Used to be that, in the morning, if there was a lady in my bed, I’d roll over to her, whisper in her ear and we would make Love for days. Now, I’m more likely to bitch about said lady taking too much space in the bed during the night, talking in her sleep, and bitch cuz she’s not up already making my coffee. What an asshole.   Artificial Light It's your destiny to keep repeating yourself in the worst ways for you and for those who happen to be around. The Government won't bring peace to the planet, and the crack head going through your trashcan has an eye on your porch, and your front door. It's Spring, and, soon, I will see a butterfly, and he, or she, will make me smile.   He wants to be the hottest ticket in town. He wants to be the one with whom all the girls want to get down.   Don't pick my flowers. Flowers ain't Free.   No mail can be good mail, though I get my bills online.   Hey I won't be in for work, today What if a terrorist put a bomb in my bubble gum and, when I first chewed it, I blew up the world?   I'm getting high on information. Too bad there is a formation in front of my home saying that I have to join them.   There was a time when I didn't have a choice; someone else was in charge of me. This was a miserable period of my life.   Elvis left the building, and I am going to bed. Sleep Well. Love You.