Where The Streets Are Paved With BS

Washington , DC, The city where demand exceeds supply for BS
So much in demand and never enough bulls to supply the need in a city
where the dreams of each according to his needs is the grandest motivation
that the streets are paved with BS and then it has to rain and the BS flows
away into the River.  Why such a predicament.  Ordinary BS is free and ubiquitous
...except in Washington, DC where the substance has to be procured at the highest possible costs
No tax is high enough to afford enough of the stuff. No expense is beyond reason to pile it into
government offices , to pave the streets, to build monuments and such.  What big government dreams are made of converting what ever is valuable to pure unadulterated BS in massive quantities.

I would like to have you for dinner.

"I would like to have you for dinner", said President Obama to the chow dog.
"We would really love to have you at the Whitehouse."
"What is on the menu?" says the chow dog?
"Delicious dog food cooked to perfection. Can I get your RSVP to this invitation?"

Birds of Prayer.

Ornithalism is that just for the birds of prayer?...a wing and a prayer! Winging it.
Birds of a feather pray together.

Dog Watching Dog....

Dog Watching Dog...
Watching Dog....
Watching Dog...
Watching Dog...

Watch Dogs.

Where?

I am here.
Here is There.
Anywhere
Everywhere.

In A Dog Eat Dog Presidential Race.

In a dog eat dog presidential race. Who eats the dog? What does it taste like?

Ocean of words sea of poetry....

An Ocean of poetry....
Swimming in a sea of words

Simon says Again...

Simon says...

Touch your toes to your nose.
Waive your ears.
Sit on your rear.

Loroxiphine by Seuss Pharmacuticals The little organge pills that turn you green.

Up on the top of my head is a little red man.
Who are you and what are you doing on top of my head?
I am helping you think, that's who I am.
You are thinking you don't like someone so small and red in your hair?
Exactly.
... Well Then just takes two of these Dr Seuss Pharmacutical Pills and I will turn from Red to Green.
Oh Yes, that will make a lot of sense.
With You on top of my head it's no wonder I am thinking so well.

If I was a paradox...

If I were a paradox what would I mean?
Confusion or something not understood?

What if the world was really flat?

Thinking in logical terms and being perfectly logical,
If the world was flat,
You and I would be perfectly flat too.