About three hundred brights ago a dream spilled from me growing It splished and splashed while I, still high on deck Unfurled the sails and when my back was turned it over-boarded knowing Soon all that remained was serious praying for the smashed now to become meshed.   About two hundred brights ago [...]

The clock is ticking, time waits for no person and what comes around goes around. Life wringer outers will recognize this sure-fire road map to the loonie bin and damn good wages as long as one don’t mind slopping the hawgs or cleaning up the barn cycle in and cycle out. Here is also from [...]

Some folks require a lot of interpretation. Like they’re chinese trying to talk canadian. Or smart trying to talk financial. You get the idea in that we all have at least some room to make up our own story because truth does exist in the eye of the beholder. Thank you, friend. Barry out. Unless [...]

Vampeers do exist and while they initially seem similar to average folks their selfish intentions give them away on account of them saying and acting as if they own everything and everyone which often means they run roughshod through what they perceive to be their own personal playground. Sometimes this occurs exactly where we are [...]

Michael Jackson is done writing tunes. Dude still speaks hear and there though. He talks shite about folks making stuff up and other folks making up stuff. And of course being stopped before spreading. Thank you, friend. Barry out. Michael Jackson – Motherfucker wrote 120 tunes for every album released. One hundred and fucking twenty. [...]

Most folks are unaware of who or how their lives are controlled. In fact our predictability is so great that the only hope any of us have of making our mark depends on our ability and willingness to rally the very traits which have been unquestioningly foisted upon us by devil lution in the form [...]

This picture is worth at least one hundred and fifty of our scariest words. Thank you, friend. Barry out.

I’m like baffled at times. I don’t know what. What I say! What? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

My wife mucho talks to herself. She talks back to herself, too. Me, I tippy, tap, tap, tap. Are we both crazy? Thank you, friend. Barry out.

Two dudes forced to sit side a side at a table. One talk crap, udder speak crapola. Both heading naw for the pissers And brangin allo shite out. Edden doe shoedn’t be. Who come? Thank you, friend. Barry out.