Lately I’ve been thinking that I’m trying to hard to think. There is no logic to my logic beyond the fact that my ability to perceive has no perception in logical positivism. I’m positively positive about that. Now short of being possessed by the posumhaw, I need relief. Deity deixus aside, I need to delocalize this deluge of delightsome delirium, before I deliquesce into oblivion; my brain is scrambled eggs, not shoofly pie. So let me shoot-the-chute with these thoughts:

What if Sesame Street was a dead end?

Is remembering to remember just a reminder?

Can one develop their negatives in a positive way?

What if the mystery ship demoted the captain? 

What if a Breaking News Headline tells us nothing is broken?

What if Michele Bachman ever has a coherent thought?

When will the Oak Ridge Boys stop confusing me?

Did you know that during a routine colonoscopy, doctors discovered Glenn Beck was full of shit?  

Am I the only one to fear the midget orangutan?

Who else double parks their pogo stick? 

Brain flatulence...?              

Why are my blue suede shoes purple?

What if I never flunked clown college?

What if the catcher in the rye was really a short stop?

Who got lost in the lost and found?

Do you think candied yams are Popeye's kryptonite?

Who put the bullshit in my baloney sandwich?

Does a mime stutter?

Yabadabadoo-doo?

Who ransacked my rickshaw?

Why did I laugh at the Sarah Palin vagina/mouth joke?

When will Glenn Beck’s asshole sue him for copyright infringement?

If I pitch a tent, is that like building a mosque?

Would Hawthorne ever have googled Moby Dick?

When will Andy Rooney stop barking at me?

Enough with the theater of thematic jibberish; I’m so zen in my jabberwocky.