Obviously rocks are made of metal. Metal is hard. Rocks is hard. It’s just plain obvious. WHY DOESN’T ANYONE LISTEN??? You all get D minuses.

What else? I don’t know. I’m barely allowing myself enough mental energy to keep myself awake, I can’t really expect myself to think of anything to write. Except maybe a rhyming couplet:

Forever there will be a sky.
Even after we all die.

Well. That was fun. For the record, my definition of sky is not limited to “air” but includes space as well. Are not the Sun, Moon and stars said to exist in the sky?

Now’s as good a time as any for a poem:

Sandwiches, O Sandwiches

Bread, this bread, that lies upon my plate.
This bread is part a sandwich which I will soon have ate.
Mayo, yes mayo, meaning mayonnaise.
The mayo covers the bread, I’ve been planning this for days.
Lettuce lies on the mayo, Lettuce yes indeed.
Grown on a farm, I must assume, from a Lettuce Seed.
On lettuce lies the bacon. Bacon lies right there.
To call it anything but bacon would simply be unfair.
Tomato, Tomato, Tomato.
Tomato smothers the bacon only because I say so.
Mayo again. Mayo. Mayonnaise as before.
Above tomato come mayonnaise once more.
Bread, more bread, tops the whole .
This second slice of bread makes my senses ring.
Sandwiches O Sandwiches, a superior food.
Y’all best make me a sandwich, it’s for your own good.

When the Rolling Stones were going to play Moncton, it seemed like I couldn’t wear my Stones shirt anyplace without someone commenting on it. Thus, I decided to stop wearing it for a while. When the Superman movie came along, I retired my Superman shirt for a while. Now the Stones are comng here, so that shirt is out of the loop again. Unfortunately, yesterday I wore my “Support the Municipality” shirt from Homesar Runner and some guy actually thought I meant support the Halifax Regional Municipality. It seems that the HRM had ripped him off in some way, so he did not support them. Surely I’m not going to move, but I’m also not going to give up on that shirt yet. The lesson is,

I have to admit, I’m not actually down with OPP. And since the song claims that every homeboy is down with OPP, I suppose I’ve proven myself not to be a homeboy. I’ll just have to take it one day at a time.

If I had four arms,
I would wear a glove on one.
That would be my glove arm
and I would call it number one.

If I had four arms,
On one I’d keep a shoe
in case I ever lost a leg.
That would be arm two.

If I had four arms,
On one a duck would be.
He’d keep me out of trouble,
from there on number three.

If I had four arms,
I’d cut the fourth one off.
As nearly as I can tell
Three arms would be enough.