Cosmic Conversation

Today is the 60th birthday of the Cosmic Sailor. The cosmic yellow star sent regards. Let's drop in ...

CYS: Happy birthday. Glad you made it to 60.

CS: Yup made it not having a good day. Too much bullshit to deal with govt. games and caught up in system, Argh

CYS: London bridge has been falling down for some thyme, the knew weigh is a game called existence. Wanna try? Recommended at the price, insatiable an appetite...

CS: Fat bottom girls make the world go round ?

CYS: Flat earth produces flat bottoms

CYS: at least i have a bicycle

CS: In a fiat system you owe, hiho off to FEMA camp we go, need ore or stone to metal our weigh howdt? Lol

CYS: i live in a benevolent monarchy with queen izzy dog and two cats in the yard, life eusta be so hard, now everything is easy ... well, mostly harmless.

CS: time to activate the hyper drive, bail out, fire the burns to explode inner space, leave shtf in bowl an flush, round and round going down, into cosmic sewer flush it two one

CS: man newer

CS: Purge a story in non pon tyme there wasn't any booty! Buummeerr

Namaste' ... izzy

Opening art credit to Colleen Wilcox at colleenwilcoxart.com