pickled neotony

i've been flirting lately, romancing about singing everywhere i went, especially in public. but not in that broadway, perfect smile, unruffled, the audience is watching type noise...more like even the scuzzbuckets sing, when they rob people or get into fights...and the old been there done that types...they could sing like johnny cash or connie francis. i wouldn't want it to be too dramatic because that would put an expiration date on this idea. i just would like to indulge in a week of constant singing...while ordering take-out chinese =)..oooooooh.....perusing the farmers market....asking for directions.....and it would all just be our way. if i ever grow a colony and if i become mayor of this colony, i would not write laws but provide incentives for singing.

i've also been curious as to the idea of pockets. i find pockets to be for the most part wonderful, cool, and wish they were on everything. pockets put spells on me. when i see pockets that don't belong to me, i always wonder (if it isn't too obvious) what's in it as the possibilities are endless. i'm disappointed that humans aren't engineered with pockets. they should include that feature in the production process. but maybe human's don't have pockets because they weren't meant to bring things with them in travel due to the idea that everything they require for survival may be extracted or borrowed from mana. dang, i wonder if any rasta mons ever grew a famously large dread (singular) and made it into a sachet of some sort...that...would be SUCH a professional move right there.