Something For Milton

Milton, I come to you in the mists of twilight. With a mixed drink in one hand and a flashlight in the other. I hold a table of the elements in my heart. It has one added element that you won't find on other tables of elements. That special added element is Canadian Bacon. Milton, I want to take you up into an actual bee hive where we can soak in fresh honey. Milton, your eyes are lazy. Milton, I speak with the voice of my great grandfather. He was a baby once too. He was conceived through the act of love and departed this plane of existence through a fuzzy hole in the morning. His hands are all over the sky. When it rains, it tastes like garden hose water. It burns like truth and stings like gravy. Milton, I hate to tell you this but you have lasagna on your lapel. Milton, you are full of foam and you walk like a drunk duck. Milton, let's go skylarking. Milton, you are bold and ranch flavored. Milton, I am lost in the forest of gummy bears. Milton, help yourself to some pancakes. They have giant bits of coconut and chocolate chips. They are a mind blower. Wash them down with these rainbow pills and this strong black medicine water. Then fly with me. Fly with me up to the top of this dome and let's touch the top with our fingers.