Bulldykes on Parade

Whatever we are doing, bulldyke crew, it is done now.  I am the rabbit for the sec. of state and the entire past and present state department.  Never a humanitarian bulldyke in history, especially Eleanor Roosevelt.  She was a nasty curmudgeon who sucked the life out of her president, and presidency at the time.  It was my grandfather who planned the actions that drove our country to war.  We needed it economically, spiritually, and emotionally.  Flat nothingness ruled the Earth and he began to be satiated by its evil.  He put a dollup of his energy into European landwar and he was hooked for eternity.  Depression was the killer of spirit and my grandfather's phrase he contributed to the venacular was "Pull yourself up by your bootstraps."  It was then claimed by military like men, but my grandfather spoke it when he was three.  Energy to do things is what we are looking at today.  Comedy stems from that commitment.  I move to find the laugh in my chest.  Bulldykes ain't funny.  Their comedians, minus Rosie O'Donnell who is lipstick, are just fuckin mean.  May I explore this group never.  Seemingly so.  Well I am a rabbit to all of you to.  Maybe it keeps John Mayer away from me and giving enough energy to stop the pot and to start connecting and creating again.  I want to FREE FALL out into nothin.  Listen and be transformed physically and mystically.