Earth

Welcome to our not so humble abode in the cosmos, a flying chunk of dirt called “Earth”. We’ve got sliced bread and Jesus, we’re the Earthlings!
We have it all. Leppers, cartoons and spiders. Men and women in intimate positions. I feel like such a part of something. Shoe stores on sale with the
largest selection! We have it all. And it goes in a circle. I can see all the little pieces of dirt, all the little pebbles, I can see it all from ground-level, being the smallest thing crawling on the earth. They have all the recipes figured out. Oh and they don’t have to create or recreate. That’s the end of creativity and all the possibilities. By the time you get to the end of all imagination, there they are. It’s the Human Condition. Life after death, the ulmate mission. Black velvet paintings, corn dogs and cotton candy, mysterious seas, novels, theatre, and TV in 3-D! We have it all. We’re open now, twenty-four-three-sixty-five so y’all come back for a sigh, or a laugh, or something we lack. It’s the Missing Link, it’s hardcore funky. Come on down and see the singular monkey! We have it all. We got to the end of infinity. Infinity is not a destination it’s a state of mind. In this case it was building little wooden soldiers. By the time you get to the end of all imagination, that’s the end of creativity and all the possibilities. I can see all the little pieces of dirt, all the little pebbles, I can see it all from ground-level, being the smallest thing crawling on the earth. Infinity is not a destination it’s a state of mind, and it goes in a circle.