It's All The Same To The Clam.

At Night My Mind Does Not Much Care If What It Thinks Is Here Or There. It Tells Me Stories, It Invents And Makes Up Things That Don't Make Sense. I Do Not Know Why It Does This Stuff. The Real World Seems Quite Weird Enough.

Stand-up Comics Reflect Less Of A Visual Humor And More Of A Commentary.

And The Boy Loved The Tree.......very Much. And The Tree Was Happy.

Do A Loony-goony Dance 'cross The Kitchen Floor, Put Something Silly In The World That Ain't Been There Before.

I Made Myself A Snowball As Perfect As Can Be. I Thought I'd Keep It As A Pet, And Let It Sleep With Me. I Made It Some Pajamas And A Pillow For It's Head. Then Last Night It Ran Away, But First - It Wet The Bed.