Who’s on first?

What’s on second and i don’t know is on third…  Must have been a bad dream…


i woke this morning, think that it was a lot later than the apparent time…  Can one be as loss for words as i am this morning…


i look forward to wondering the alleys this morning for that very reason..


Not all that impressed with my action, in the last few days, when i was trying my darndest to put another ride together..  i’ve been getting tired of walking throughout the alleys..


i would make much more money with a bike an trailer…


So many things inwhich i need to do about my blog, an there just doesn’t seem like there is enough time in the day..


i can imagine that a lot of people have the same problem, we’re trapped by time..




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Today’s toad…

Another installment of a toad, as to learning a small meaning of lov?


i walk the streets dreaming, as one looks for lost treasure an unwanted prayer, which drifted from caring loving people in-which i’ve never known…


My thoughts are always on filling a bag full of bottles, which people have donated, unconsciously…


i would like to make the statement, “We, whom collect these nickels an dimes are honestly an truthfully grateful….


So i will say, “i will soon set-forth on a venture of magickal delight, hunting unwanted treasures, picking-up nickels an dimes..


Thank you Vancouver BC Canada, for making my life possible in the most uniquely, filled with magick an wonder!

Hop skip an jump, storming through puddles, like a child floating within heaven..


Which was not my intention, just getting where i needed to go!


Back to the Kettle for another, dollar meal!  Damn ifinn i do an damn ifinn i don’t?


Tis the life of a homeless man, which is banished from his rightful place on Wall Street….


Tis a dance through time, captured within a delusional mind, homeless to be his only crime…


i do believe the above paragraph will be turned into a poetic rhyme?


Day by day learning the placement of lov, not a heavenly lov, but a lov, created by ordinary people, none with a belief or a god or heaven above…


i’ve been writing non-sense for years now, so times just can’t believe that there are some whom will read, what a delusional man living on the streets of Vancouver BC Canada has to say?


toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad