Director: OK, let's do some action.
...
Director: Action! I said!
...
Director: Where is the action?
...
Director: Where the fuck is everyone?
...
First Assistant: I believe they are outside.
Director: Why the hell are they outside?
First Assistant: Well...This scene is exterior...

Late at night
		Head spinning.
A hole in the bright
		Eyes splitting.
Asked the man from the bed
		Who woke up before he slept
				Rolling over a dust pillow
						Grinning.
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Insomnia should taste like breakfast.
=============Who would know?===============

Dear, the Rocket Scientist has given us a reply by mail,


	Dear Mr. Tom,
	
	
		It's not rocket science, my dear.
		
			
	Best,	
	RS

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I walked alone in the dark,
	Following the road,
		With its mark,
			to the left
			to the right.
I saw a shadow by a lark,
	It flew off the ground,
		Spins off a spark,
			to the left
			to the right,
And I realized, there is nowhere to go in the dark.

I was looking at my hemp this morning.
...
I mean I was looking at my aunt this morning.
...
No, not my aunt, she is dead.
I was looking at my ham this morning.
...
I mean my head!
...
MY HAND!
Oh my cod!

That son of bitch,
	Who filled my ditch,
		Makes my stomach twitch.
	How could someone be this rich,
		And still get hitched,
			To such a dirty bitch?
		It took me five years to ditch,
			Only five minutes,
				For it to gets stitched.
			I hope this is a glitch,
Or else, who could tell which is which?

One
   person's
           dead
               end
                  is
                    another's
                             light
                                  at
                                    end
                                       of
                                         tunnel.

	Take out the yolk,

			My dear,

		The machine is full of cholesterol.

A man checked in at noon by himself,
	With a bag of little children to sell,
		Right off the New Year's shelf.
He sold all but one,
	Enough for him to pay the rent,
		And one left as his son.
It wasn't until a few years later,
	He found that the house he lived,
		Was torn down to vapor,
			But the little children kept coming back,
			Even after he stood on the edge and fell.