My neighbor walks past my house every morning

  • My neighbor walks past my house every morning under the premise of walking his dog, but what he really is doing is looking in my window. "Hey Harold!" I shout & wave at him

  • . Peeping Toms are my target audience; I call myself a Peepee Tom since I love being peeped upon. Harold and I were a perfect fit so long as there was glass between us and my top

  • hat was not blocking his view. Harold and I just stared at each other while we ate philly cheesesteak sandwiches.

  • The sandwich was delicious and very chewy, chewier than average. I slowly put the sandwich on the plate and flipped it open. Small brown eyes blinked back at me. Harold squealed li

  • ke a little girl with a skinned knee. Harold pointed at the inside of the sandwich with horror. Yep, there it was the remains of the beloved Squawkers. I thought I tasted feathers.

  • There was a hot spicy taste, and the sandwich then got hotter, and burst into flames. OMG! Squawkers reappeared more beautiful than ever. He was not a parakeet, but a phoenix!

  • There is something truly amazing about the beautiful colors involved in the rise of the phoenix the oranges, reds and purples remind me of Jimi Hendrix and Purple Haze...oh, Jimi

  • how I miss your upside down guitar antics. This is what first inspired me to create the Asphyxia Awareness 5k Walk. Looking back on it, how could have I known the horror that would

  • ensue or the dread it might instill in others. Let me catch my breath. I get choked up when dealing with such matters. Asphyxia -like anaphylaxis - is nothing to sneeze at.

  • In fact...hold on. Heeehhhh hoooo haauuuuhhh heeeeeehhh. Hhaaauuuhhh. Phew. Damn. Ugh, let me go...no, don't get a paper bag. Hhaahhhh. Huueahahah. Oh, buck it.



  1. MangoMania Jun 18 2013 @ 16:05


  2. CrazyBananas Jun 19 2013 @ 10:30

    tastes like chicken! :)

  3. SlimWhitman Jun 20 2013 @ 06:47

    Squawkers as psychedelic phoenix who likes Hendrix. Squawkers has good taste! ;-)

  4. PurpleProf Jun 20 2013 @ 10:35

    Clearly a complete acid-driven hallucination. I know because I just saw Squawkers perched in my refrigerator this morning singing "Little Wing." Squawkers LIVES, I tell you!

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