Friends! Fans! Fellow humans! Robots! Non-robots! Clowns! Everyone and everything! An announcement:
Good friend and wonderful comedian rapper Zach Sherwin and I have a new limited podcast series on Howl.fm!
It’s called Words of the Years and it can be heard with your ears (a fun rhyme)!
Also enjoy this giant graphic until I figure out how to make it smaller! Wheeeeeeeee….
“brooklyn. now we are hooked in. soon for a new place we’ll brook to be lookin’. (maybe that usage of “brook” is mistooken.) just bought some food that we’re soon to be cookin’. you are unpacking your clothes and your books in a nook in a home that’s my own and yours too, kin. you are my family, one i love smoochin’, right on your face on your lips or your cute chin, and all down your body, your knees and your two shins, your feet in your boots or your shoes than you’re choosin’. you’re food for my thought or emotion i’m chewin’. i love to do me the way you do you-doin’. we’re headed away from all ruing and ruin, no coming unglued or unscrewed, no contusions/confusion/abuse, this caboose is choo-chooin’, as blessed as whenever someone is achooin’, the best, so for you here’s this wooin’ and cooin’, i can’t be subdued or uprooted, so i hope you’re amused as we’re fused in communion, i mean, in calm union, as much as we’re choosin’ to fuse, a calm fusion, a nice warmed up stew in a pot that we’re brewin’, all yayin’ no booin’, we’re stayin’ and movin’, my babe, you’re all moved in, so welcome to home in this york that you’re new in.”
“we’re in northampton, at a tea place that’s good for campin’ out, doing internet some chores and some other things, whatever comes, that’s our core anthem, sing it loud, drum it like thor’s hammerin’, shall i go on? you: “sure, more yammerin’!” thanks baby, i just adore your glamour and it’s beauty that might make me do more stammerin’ but i power through ’cause i’ve got pure adrenaline flowin’ through me so i can flow more like eminem, with synonyms or antonyms if i need be recantin’ ’em, recountin’ all the things there are to love of you, i’m chantin’ ’em, your countenance? enchanting like a mountain of chrysanthemums, a fountain full of dancing imps, each moment is a chance to win, i can’t begin to finish ’cause there’s only now, we’re in this, every second every minute, all the miles, all the inches, it’s a cinch, no dream, no need to pinch, agree? we’re free, we’re on a constant binge, there’s not a twinge or any hint of things much like a grinch, except for just how big his heart grew at the end, and that, my friend, is nothing that compares to how MY heart for you, i’m adamant, it cannot end, it’s not pretend, my love, constant examinin’ reveals the feels, the real appeal, the wheels that spin, the deals that win, from here in me to where you’re in, right now a tea place, this is THE place, here while we’re northampton-in’…”
Day 13: Now York City!