of your stamps

knowing a camel when you see one…

of your goody

“I am not a bad person. I am a good person,”

of your pitch

but my favorite artist is the one who knows himself.

of your hole in the water

but truth wins out…

of your common sense

but who perceives that all senses are empty?

of your drama

but we never back home

of what you eat

while my favorite foods are already past…

of your buffetters

in an iconoclastic world…

of your trust (medium size?!)

while blogging together

of your golden records

but Elvis is still the king!