It’s time for the next exciting edition of Random Image Inspiration… where anything can happen and nothing really matters. Let’s pull some numbers from the Randomator this week and see what impossible task it will give us…
46, 25, 14, 2
The 46th post in my Reader was this one by River Girl
The 25th word in that post is “even”
The 14th word in that post is “changed”
Putting “even changed” into Google Images brought this up as the 2nd result…
Wow…. that’s deep, man.
The sound of bongo drums can be heard in the background, while the air will choke you with the smell of stale MARIHUANA. A beatnik steps up to the open mic, which means it’s time for…..
Dead Poets Society
BUSTER: I’ve got some rhymes for the house!
Walk, don’t run
Through that moonless night
Slow and steady
Will do you right
Life’s not a race
No need for flight
But tell that to the truck
That ran the red light
And left me there
As a bloody sight
The audience politely applauds with their non-toking hand
BUSTER: Here’s one my Mama taught me when I was still in the pouch…
Don’t let the crotch lice bite
And if you die
Before you wake
I pray the deli
Your carcass to take
BUSTER: Thanks everyone! Is that the peace sign you’re flashing me, or is it my double vision?
A shooting star
Streaks through the sky
From outer space
It meets my eye
As it descends in the night
Till it hits my head
And ‘comes a meteorite
BUSTER: Wow, I’m really killing it up here, ain’t I? This next poem is my magnum opus! Been working on it for over twenty years… never before published or spoken! It’s going to make me world famous like Emily Dickinson and that Shortfellow guy…and you’ll get to be the first ones to hear this epic rhyme! I’m a bit parched right now, so let me wet my whistle first…
BUSTER: Oops! Wow, this mic’s sizzling tonight!
Ten seconds of crackling electrical sounds mixed with blood curdling screams later…..
The audience is too stoned to pay attention to what’s going on up on stage. Too bad, as they missed Buster the Bard officially joining the Dead Poets Society….