The thin line that separates genius from wacky, crazy, nutjob insanity is very thin indeed. Never try to decipher the meaning of my writings or you'll go coo-coo your own self! Be alive in the cosmic feelings you absorb in your subconscious mom. My love for you runs deep and wide, milk and honey on da other side. Live like you know whats gonna happen on Dec.21st 2012!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Bonus Danny Maness Book Alert! My friend, Danny Maness has a new book out called, “Hitchin’—God’s Way of Letting You Know You Don’t Have A Car.” Danny Manny lives in Pekin, Illinois and is so crazy he actually makes me look normal, so you should really check out his book. It’s heelarious in places and heart-warming in the other spots. And there’s three spots that will give you an acid flashback, even if you’ve never done acid! So it’s got a lot going for it. Plus there’s great photos, original artwork by Jason Heath and I get an acknowledgement in it! What does my acknowledgement say? Buy the book and find out, you cheap ass! Click on this link and you will be magically transferred to the land of Danny Manny Maness!
MY writing is a perfect reflection of my imagination, my dreams, my secret loves, my suffering, my vision of what could be someday if we strive for a new stream ofconsciousness. Now, if you believed all that garbage, you better not read my silly book!
The unending variety of gorgeous flowers are so breathtaking it causes you to puke your guts out, which is the normal reaction to the flowers on Glirka. ( It’s O.K. Everybody does it.) Feeling better now, you look out to the horizon. It is a surreal, dreamlike scene that resembles a newly discovered “Van Gogh” masterpiece; only bigger! The mixed pink, purple and yellow mountains of Glirka are shaped like “Devo “ hats. (Remember; Upside down flower pots.) (Warning! Venturing too close to these unique mountains can cause ZITS due to the natural chemicals they emit!) ANCIENT GLIRKAZOID POEM
Our mountains look like “Devo” hats, Or maybe Mayan temples, But never get too close to them, ‘cause they will give you pimples!
My “ mean little red haired sister” lived in L.A. when I hike -hitched there. ( Fact is, she is not REALLY mean at all. The next section will prove it.) Dee-Dee,( My M.L.R.H. sister’s REAL name) and her husband Stan( a, truly, great and kind man) TREATE D me to Catalina Island, Hoover Dam, Yosemite Park, Palm Springs ( We went WAY up on that ski-lift thing and overlooked Palm Springs) and DISNEYLAND! So it was plain to see how much my “mean little red haired sister” had changed since she tried to kill me as a child. Catalina Island? Did someone just mention Catalina Island? “Heavens to Mergatroid!” The most exciting, thrilling, unbelievable phenomenon, happened to me on Catalina Island! O.K., O.K. Let me set this up exactly the way it happened. I kept thinking I saw movie stars, everywhere we went in California. Elizabeth Taylor at Disneyland, Clint Eastwood in Palm Springs, John Wayne at a Napa Valley Winery. Of course, they were NEVER the real thing. Just look-alikes.
