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Goddamn smartass squirrel goes through a window and starts slapping a plush toy. Turning it over and over. "You got jacked, !" Up on its attention antennae, sealed in clover. Up for all comers, winters and summers, Springing into Fall cover. Wiggle haunch, loose and clean, limber and mean. Mouse on his motorcycle meets mean Joe Greene. Who's next? Better get me some treats, sweetums! Chew for my cheeks to expand a winning smile from. Or I will have to open up my cute box for some serious mind control, or nutsack, sodium snack (while you sleep.) Through your window, balls deep, spread-eagle attack, sa la vie! Maybe I'm a joker launched by the dealer of air. Dealing a poker face behind, treeline stairs. Aces high, rattatatat, fooey. Watching your reactions the whole time. Time you lose track of where I'm at in your mind. (Birds ain't feeling just-safe next to us at the park! They're picking up tips to get their nut, while playing a part.) And how you get your nut really is an art. A breed apart, like cats that squat at look innocent in the outback at PetSmart. Yeah, birds of a feather, Woodpeckers are watching as they drumroll together. The next sideby of your mind's eye. By and by Fluffy tales of banditry and diversion, ensues. Maybe next time you will slow down on that dirt road, cruise. You've been nutted by the best my friend. Peace. Of mind. Picnics and youth. Sideshows of the divine.Send. Runners of the gathering, enroute, to where your eyes keep and time spends, your focus, to mesmerificalcarnivaltrifical-ends, shaping truth.