Jetsam and Flotsam

An Add-On Adventure by Kit & Johnnny.
Title: Jetsam and Flotsam.
Date: February 4, 2009.
Copyright © 2009. All rights reserved.

Snick snack paddy wack, give your dog a bone from the body that's been stuck under your bungalow mansion built on a gold mine near the scene that was thrown by your crazy uncle. He was the first person to show why we ought not attempt to walk on coals when s'mores are roasting. More or less you do what you got a mind of your own to get done, like collecting Marie Osmond dolls or signing up for every medical research lab you can until the pressure floors you and birds make nests in places we didn't know existed. It's almost time to plan your funeral, so pick a coffin with stereo. In one ear and out your mother's brother. Why is there a poker in my eye that burns like a stomach ache begotten of spices from India ground by Gandhi in an alley full of giants rats.
Sororities and frats know the meaning of party. They found the definition on a bathroom wall. Don't be ascared of the person in the closet who knows all your secrets like a fly on cow dung. The meaning of life for you, as a person, is questionable; a theory that needs to be peeled through by layers. Onions and opinions, everyone gots 'em, jetsam and flotsam, afloat in a muddied stream of consciousness. Think of now as the perfect time for a long, cool drink from the fountain of wisdom. Wise up. Think straight. Act like a tiger just about to pounce on the world with giant paws.

An Add-On Adventure
by Kit & Johnnny.
Title: Jetsam and Flotsam.
Date: February 4, 2009.
Copyright © 2009.
All rights reserved.