Like An Upside Down Lawn Mower

Ramblings from a scissor-tailed flycatcher, a creature of the heartland, reporting on tornadoes, madness, & endless sky.

The peace of a pitch black mind, surrounded by life and color...

Posted on Sunday, May 11, 2008 at 11:26PM by

Derek Doublin |

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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. Copyright & Patent Pending; 2008, DEREK DOUBLIN. All rights reserved.
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Get off my lawn. And please hug me. Please, please hug me. And while you're walking over here, could you make me a Cape Cod?
Thanks. You're the best. If there's no clean glasses, just pour it in a ziploc bag. Cranberry juice is in the fridge, vodka's in the bar.
All I have is Seagram's Grape Vodka. I thought I'd try something new. I kind of like it. Say... what did you say your name was again?
Petunia?