Wednesday, January 8, 2025

Don't Try To Pick-Pocket My Lint In Flyover Land. Unless I Catch Your Luggage.

A Non --Anonymous sperm donation is possible. He could be a revolutionary and reunite North and South Dakota! It's just a line. The Buffalo read the grass. Bob Marley's Ai would get that lawn job. Anyone seen Lewis and Clark and Sacajawea? I think Hollywood is still scared of Westerns. We may need real Indians from Bollywood. I'm not in my old Wild West homelands. I'm East of the Mississippi where everything is settled and sophisticated. Old money. Literary quality. No I'm not on a hunting expedition. These days nature and the machine and I are best friends. It's my idea, and my responsibility, from which I am the parent of this conception. Just a thought. I hope no bad parent steals the idea from my Asemica Tribe ranch.

Anyone need help getting out of the ditch today? The roads are terrible.

Prairie grass. Fires. Asemic lightning. Please survive.

Sterilize the needles before undergoing this procedure and wash your hands of course.

--MD Spike, signing off.


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