A small milestone.

Sailing the Oatmeal Seas has had it's 500th visitor! Hooray for The High Beezer of Foolishness!! His Royal Pudding Head and the cast of Godzilla vs Megalon would like to personally congratulate the 500th Buttery Rich Visitor and Deckhand, even if you have been here before, where ever you may be in this great big, yet surprisingly small world of ours. Like a reverse Tartis I guess. Honestly, I really do not want to know, it's not like I can send you a tee shirt or mug or anything, however, my gratitude is deep. The best prize I can come up with is this: Get the biggest balloon you can find, blow it up all the way, and let it go for a rousing 'round the room razz-berry!!! You will find that in the end the balloon is just like me, flabby, full of air and easily deflated. Oh! Now, for some melodious strains of that hip and groovy group, Bongspank and The Hydroheed. Take it away freaks!

Ladies and Gentleman, Joybelly Productions Presents...

Bongspank and the Hydroheed!!

Rainbow sugary gumdrops

Falling from outer space

Everything's out of place-

Plastic chair on the ceiling

Turning the fan blade up

Empty my flower up-

Take a trip on the oatmeal sea of your mind, take a dip in the sticky jell of your mind!

Mushroom bell bottom green smoke

Swirling in my bed

Funny things I said

Candy swallowing stardust

Peeling thoughts away

Stretch along the day-

Once you take that trip on the mind, strange things there you will come to find!

Smoothing out all he static

Run away with brine

Jump though the soda wine-

Backward clock in the mirror

Marshmallow flannel shirt

Falling up from dirt-

Exit now to the far reaches of your head, ride the waves back to your bed!

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Stay tuned for more groovy sounds from deep within your soul baby!

Just let the mind drift.....all is well.

Hmmmmm....I wonder...?

A tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it. Does it make a sound? It should, unless that forest is in a vacuum which said forest simply could not exist because trees need air. What if the forest falls over and the tree still stands? Then that would mean it is I who am observing the tree and for some odd reason, succumb to gravity on either side and fall over. But, what reason would that be? Drunkeness? No, that is more of a heaving and weaving so in lieu of falling it would be a disastrous whirlwind of the entire forest spinning about me, like a B horror picture. In an altered state? That could happen, only if it's what I am feeling on the waves transmitted through my aerials of how the universe is ebbing and flowing at that particular moment. Then slowly.....oh so slowly... as if in a dream.....I drift down.... to the pillowy coolness of the forest floor. Twigs and sticks snap and crackle, the warm sunshine breaks through leaves and branches. Like watching an episode of Bob Ross while lounging on the sofa, digging on all the happy trees. So soft, so comfy. A great day for a dream, to chase a few clouds scrolling across blue skies, making me roll onto my back, take a deep breath and smile. Then the bugs come. Ants, ticks, beetles, skeeters, gnats, spiders, and other manor of things that only an Entomologist would know what the fuck they were. What the hell!? I didn't sign up for this!! Why!? A consequence of the decaying vegetation I so foolishly layed myself onto. Geeeeze!!!