Three Associations ~ medley by J. S. Fowler

Association Four
Were you thinking about buying that red balloon folks?  I hope so.  Rubber is inexpensive these days, especially when you think about how many are actually speaking to each other anyhow in public.  You know, if any of this gets out we could all be up that creek is not quite clear.  Perhaps we need to add turpentine to this batch to make it a bit more loosely fitting clothes make
the man.  Is that better?  I hope the collar sees fit to tighten the grip on the screws of your hopes I think are seeping into a
mist of glowing embers that help the moist fish are swimming upstream
in this puddle.  Look!  Right here!  They seem to be staring straight at you!  Maybe they’re trying to say something peculiar
seems to shake our safety pins hold up to the test of time only because snaps are so hard to install a car battery like this model when you have no earthly idea who he was or where he came from or how blood could’ve gotten on that pillow.  Do you think
my nose bleeds when I sleep?


Association Five
I’m not buying it, whatever it is.  You keep the $50.00 and keep it to buy your crock pot if the price is right.  I’m sick and tired at this time.  I’m sorry gentlemen, but you have received ample notice of this long before now and it is time that we say goodbye to all our company.  Do you see that little bit of comedy in his smile?  Perhaps he wasn’t trying to mean anything by it at all.  It could’ve been a tramp who just decided to throw a bottle through the window.  Could be. Anything is possible.  You saw that man the other day who could never keep his hat on straight even though certain sources indicate that you see certain people
when you least expect a light bulb may last a longer time if you can manage to touch the switch off whenever you’re not in and
even in the right seat, sir.  I’m afraid you’ll have to move. Will Rogers?  I haven’t seen him in ages.  Maybe the man in back
of me would like to stand up and I could replace him with profundity Geritol.


Association Seven
Rue these clams, sir!  For these are not fish, but prepared by the same louse who stole my lint and copied his book report from a review of it in Time Magazine.  I saw him microfilm that moist
fish seems to be moving as if it had no head to lean on.  You think buyers could see turnips as a good investment?  Maybe.
But you can’t sell used cars without fishing in a stream of salamanders and live bait.  You know that.  Now go back to bed. Only this time, put some muscle into it.  You can’t have everything, you know.  The bigger the bear the higher the climb for such
as these, I always say.  Maybe if we hurry we can catch a small crab and then see if there is any candy left on the shelves.  Or
are you sure that was even his real name?  I’m not convinced of any of what you just said.

J. S. Fowler is an amateur bowler (high 277) and once beat Andy Roddick in chess. Chuck D follows him on Twitter. He can consistently hit a high arcing 3-point shot. When he’s not writing content for his blog ( he’s releasing noise art under the name The Silence Bureau (

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