Killing Nada/Nebraska

You are in a Greyhound Bus Station, in Nebraska, and you’ve got time to kill. You see a coffee “machine” over there, and you reach for a quarter, to put into the “slot”.

You’re in Nebraska. Dang cold here, when you get down to it. Must be the wind chill. Golly Gee Whiz Bang. You could go a few clicks south… South of Nebraska, you got Kansas… Kansas also dang cold. South of Nebraska, you got, and you never could have guessed it… Colorado.

Coffee, though, is Scandanavian. North of Nebraska– what’ve you got?

The state directly to the north of Nebraska is South Dakota. Nebraska shares its entire northern border with South Dakota, though part of this boundary is formed by the Missouri River. North of Nebraska is the South. Sure, that makes sense. 

Back to the slot, where cometh the coffee– the coffeeeth.

The slot– mooney nor coin goeth in the slot, without a hot, a toddy, a kiss of a ringtail physician, or pheasant, a poontail redolescent, a gin, possum, a silent outpost, but a “bot”, meaning a good tasting Polynesian meat go down slow, to,

Mind Meld.

Mike Ditka– questioning Alex Jones, how slow his pushups go, asking for support, in a bikini way… Bikini atoll, where ringtail Alex Jone go, pushing up max power radio tower, radiation shower– whhhoooweeeohwoghoengckdnel! Alex, washing his hands in hot lava, into the alkali slober, to rub hot lava into his arm pit, to reduce the sulfur, pay Mike Ditka for robber? Rub rope-a-dope lather lava….