Austria:

A land of migration.
This World moves and shakes.
When the "unrest" begins,
People move.

Sixty eight thousand people reside in Austria.
They are not native to Austria.
Sixty eight thousand.
That is larger than the population of most,
Or all,
The cities and towns in the United State,
Of Maine.

Let us not fret.
We all are migrants.
Even with our Nationalities,
And citizenship.
We/You are apart of the human diaspora.

You are my Mother,
My Brother,
My Cousin,
My Aunt,
My Grandparents,
My Friend,
My Uncle,
My Sister,
And my Father.
Let us celebrate.

Kat shit Kiss:

So it is with a heavy heart, we see the accompaniment of a kiss with the taste of shit.
There will be no stop at Chubville.
The "chubba chubba chubba chubba bone bone ride" is out of service.
The adventure begins!

The World is upside down didn't you hear?
An ice cube, or two, may generate nine thousand cards.
We will ride, and ride, to this destination we call home.
Only by the power of our arctic friends, can we overcome the challenges that face ahead.

Mystical Quest

Yes a little nod to The Lonely Island, but:

Isn't life?
A nod to those that we admire, but also a question within the question.
"The Way that can be named, is not the Way."

We move in relation to those around us, and they to us.
Yet we move away from each other and those around us.
This complicates our confusion and perpetrates disharmony.

It will lead to sadness and isolation.
Isolation leads to impotence in movement,
And we find ourselves unable to move.
Unable to breathe,
But there are those around us who would assist.

So we can move,
And breathe.
Yet trapped in this cycle we cannot see beyond our feet.
We only look down,
While feeling around blindly.
Let's break this cycle,
And move to be free together.
Wouldn't it be better?

Exploding Cuteness:

That is all.

I am the Walrus

Hit songs: Coo Coo Cachoo, or is it Koo Koo Kachoo.
I've never been more sure,
Of not knowing.
We live in an endless love of hedonism.
Celebrate this love.
Rejoice and refill your cup!

I sweep the morals under the rugs.
I'll keep the populace in check.
Mr. Smith is that you?
I've talked about dog biscuits,
In the past you could find what you wanted, but didn't know anymore than now.
Yet we do, don't we?
The eggs are delicious, but they want their cashews back.
That pancake (over there) told me to tell you so.

If the world can be condensed.
It will be done.
It has already been done.
We each struggle in our own ways.
I'm in a blissful state.
That's all you see.
Maybe you want to see the other side.
Maybe that's all you want to see.
I say it's time.
Don't you know the plan?
Mr. Mao is that you?
I don't want to be counted out/in.

We the liminal beings.
Love this ethereal state of existence.
Jesus says hello and good day.
Did you know I love you.
Never did see that one coming.
Thumbs up Lum, thumbs up.