The Plane Of Silence

All I can say about the baboons wearing badges at the Louisville airport is friends don't let friends marry first cousins. Even with a papal dispensation for such matters, one can still end up with two headed kids, and/or dangerously, lunatic children. These guys just had their head up their asses, with a very Gestapo attitude but what is so funny, after the blissful day I had yesterday, I just didn't care. I am sure that when I check in at the airports, in an 88 font the letters L..S..D and that my file in dark Star Chamber corners of the government say that I am an inbred product of alien incest and that my lovely mother dosed while I was in the tomb, I mean womb. My theory is that they just wanted to inspect the royal bum because da po-po are and I was in just the right silly, goofy mood to back out like a tabby cat, in heat, when the suggestion was made that you never know who might be carrying something in their ass. Of course I wanted to say, Oh I would love to meet your wife, but I didn't. This hill jack dude checking ID's was working so hard on making me uncomfortable that he neglected to notice that my ID expired four years ago. LOL! He reminded me of Dinky Dalton, no relation for Frank and my sister Cate. Anyway, as you can see from this silent film of me, the faery king's mood was not to be busted. That good mood is solid, proving that a little romantic bliss goes a long way with tfk. WOW, it is so good to be back in NYC. Although I love Louisville, and I really do, NYC is so awesome that it should be an island onto itself, oh wait a minute, it already is...sorta, kinda. I am tired, amused with the baboon drama, in some pain but I am happy. YES!!!

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