dreamwish

 

for all street lamp posts to be made of wood again ( preferably rose, sandal or cedar for the scents ) to end the horrendous noise made by the skidding of squirrels claws as they try to go up them as it wracks my nerves worse than a screeching chalk on a blackboard …

a huge fenced arena siting cattywampus to every city’s main streets near the center or facing City Hall, where we could park the most egregious idiots and sit on bench parks lining its periphery to listen at their taradiddles in all safety like parents checking kids playing at a square’s sandbox …

a responsible government or at least one honest politician, either miniature or stuffed for ease of keeping, to bumfuzzle my visitors with …

a cross between a mermaid, a goat and a unicorn to check the kids around the pool and keep the lawn short but only poop sparkling rainbow muffins on it so that I don’t have to clean up behind it …

a mountain bike that floats since I already know full well how to make mine fly …

a baobab shaped pear tree with low hanging branches that the kids would be tall enough to decorate for Christmas to shield my windows from the sight and sounds of the mechanical monstrosities that roam the boulevard in front of the house instead of the useless tall oak type ones that grow so high that they only give shade to the roof …

in which my true love, a cute but to me magnificently beautiful, brilliant, calm, cool and collected woman wishing for quiet times and content with a real man over the idealized one of postmodern feminist / sociologically correct capitalist advertising times and less than a dozen pair of shoes ( with big boobs but that’s facultative ), could put a partridge …

and a glow in the dark basset hound for let’s face it  that is the only way to improved on such a lovingly ugly and disconcerting pig-headed joke of an animal!

Wish loud, Tay. Snapshot 2014-01-04 18-52-09