In walked the manmade entirely of Graham Crackers."Get out," I said, "this is my room."But he wouldn't leave,So I threw the milk at him.

In the Beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the World was Odd. In the End was the Absurd and the Word was translated and the Meaning was Lost. In the Meantime was the Blurb and the Blurb was simple and the People spoke in riddles.

and there she was staring at him right through the car window the woman of his dreams twenty years late and awake

Quite unexpectedly, as Vasserot
The armless ambidextrian was lighting
A match between his great and second toe,
And Ralph the lion was engaged in biting
The neck of Madame Sossman while the drum
Pointed, and Teeny was about to cough
In waltz-time swinging Jocko by the thumb—
Quite unexpectedly the top blew off:

And there, there overhead, there, there hung over
Those thousands of white faces, those dazed eyes,
There in the starless dark the poise, the hover,
There with vast wings across the cancelled skies,
There in the sudden blackness the black pall
Of nothing, nothing, nothing—nothing at all.

time may be a lot of things
but time is not money.

those poor
capricious
capitalists.

time isn't money.
time is life ticking past you.
time is death ticking closer.
time is just a fraction of
your unknown duration.

time is a lot of things
but it's not money.

nothing is money
because money is nothing.

what those notes of paper?
those round pieces of metal?
not even any nutritional value?

no sir,
theres not much that
money can do for me.

now time,
thats valuable.
I can do things with time.
I can make things with time.
I can learn things with time.

trade my time for money?
well I think I'd rather
just hang on to my time
and you keep your money,
hows that?

good.

i think about
a lot of things
and most of them
don't stay for long
but if i had to
sum it up,
for you,
i think i'd try.

i think about my memories
and replay laughs
and lessons, kisses
and the first time seeing
people who i now know well.

i think about the near future
and try to tame expectations
and try to focus on the now
but sometimes it
gets tough.

i often feel like
dipping in and
out of life like
something rolling
back and forth
along the wave break
resting now and then.

but mostly i just
think of that
which is before me
like a map or
flower or a shadow
or whatever form i find.

so when you asked me
what i think
it at first seemed
a riddle, for
i'm not sure
i think at all
now that i
think
about it.

I found a photo.
I was young and you were whole.
Grant me remembrance.

make the world a happy place wear a smile upon your face
fill it up with lots of joy make your life become your toy
sing and dance and laugh all day
make your life be bright and gay.
then when your feeling down and sad
wear your smile and make it glad
make life happy its all worth while
give your life a happy style
keep life happy never dull
then you can lead it to the full