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Fantastic word game

Allegiance to the highest bidder, that's my motto.

(I think of weeds as naturalizing. Not sure why my neighbors seem to think otherwise.)
 
Motto and allegiance to the highest bidder seemed to be the order of the day as we sang catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, buy it back as fast as you can.
 
Along with her lovely singing, ON-J has an incredible on-stage lights show.

The only difference between grass and weeds is where they are and whether or not you want them to be there. If you want grass to be there, it's a plant. If you want a weed to be there, it's a plant. Plants are great wherever they are. Anybody who says otherwise is either a control freak, a plant hater, or has too much time on their hands.
 
The norm seems to be some pretty pathetic people who feel a need to mock, define, redefine and relive other people's lives as some sort of a curiosity or freak event, never understanding that their very actions define them askarma compromised people.
 
Loose change in the streets consists often of dimes in the parking lot, although the streets occasionally have shiny, new pennies from heaven.
 
Shiny, new pennies from heaven tend to gain a lot of velocity during their downward decent which can cause a bruise on your head or even an indentation in the sidewalk.
 
An indentation in the sidewalk is nothing compared to the indelible phone numbers imprinted on the screen and printed out, from those advance knowledge calls for Mr. Melvin, et al.
 
Mr. Melvin, et al may be found on a Friday night at Illusions trying to pick up a girl, any girl.

(My cousin Kathy, who has out of a job and out of money, stepped from her car, right onto four neatly folded $100 bills.)
 
Water filled the chamber in which the illusions girls planned and plotted, laughed and acted out, made phone calls and corresponded with dire warnings, while unbeknownst to them the spiked walls before and behind and the descending ceiling above closed in upon them ever so slowly, as they ran out of air and the great distractor called everyone's attention to other matters.
 
The great distractor called everyone's attention to other matters but some were too engrossed in ancient On-J eight track tapes to hear the message.
 


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