Binge Wat Ching … not by Elton John. nor by Four Non Blond...I can't figure out your Watery Love ... is it like the Santa Anas?

This is certainly not like the …Binge Wat Ching … Submariners ... Pistols, Torpedos ...

 

Not Sub-Mariners ... 


I feel your Current flowing
Sub Mission going down, down,
Dragging me down
Submission I can't tell ya what I've found
You've got me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your Watery Love
I gotta solve your mystery ...

Nor is it even remotely like a mote of Dust.

More like a mote of Disgust … or Dyspepsia, no, make that a Feather in the Wind …

                                                       Make that a Feather in the Wind …

                                                                   That has no End ... 



                                                  A Dry Wit ... but OMG ... please!

                                                                           Oh no ...

17 … truer words have never been spoken …

 Noah's Arche ...

                                                                      Truth … 17.

                                                                   In the person of …

Nevermind!

40.

                                                          A husky house key ...

                                                                 Like murky water ... 

                                                            Formal like a Ghost ...

 The Fountain of Youth ... verily I say unto ye ...

Übermelodie … the high lonesome countertenor … the syrinx of Pan … of Dreamtime Trees, and Genetime Trees, and Memetime Trees …

Genome, Memome, and Dreamome …

                                                         The Structure of the Dreamome ...

                                                                         Divine White Light ...

Truly this is an aspect of Robert Moss that makes one wonder who the Johnny Apple of Dreamtime Trees, and Genetime Trees, and Memetime Trees will darwinify with the most …

                                                          Dream one on me, Robert Moss …

                               Übermelodie … the high lonesome countertenor.  Graf Smith …

                                                        

… to be a rock and not to roll …

... 

The Bird’s the Word, but a Picture by Hieronymus Bosch about now wouldn’t be irrelevant as an illustrator … goes … about his work I mean.

Geronimo Bosch... P. E.

The Bird’s the Word…

 But a Picture by Bosch … well …

                                                            Scare up  ... whatever ... 

                                         A Purple Elephant ... will it smell like a Herring?

Falling Fourths, characteristic of the montunos of the enharmonic (over the hills where the spirits fly…) … I had an Inkling …

Falling Fourths,  … I had an Inkling …

                                                              OFWs … unite!

                                                                 OFWs … unite!

Or this, the pendulous ‘Hang-over’ afterwards, it almost makes me want to put the “n” back in my name again … guest workers of the world, OFWs … unite!

5 of 7 of 12 of 17. Four. Or ... Dead like Me ... the Police? Reggae of the Levant. (Right!) ...

Angry Bird ...

                                                           Of 29 ...

                                                         ...of 41?



Or even of 70 of 99?


And what of 53?


Yeah, what about that?


Mum's the Word!


Thought so ...



This is the hubris, a Charlie Parker/Duran Duran hybrid...


 ... the Gods must be Crazy!


Angry?