when chivarly raises its ugly brow you amuse yourself by thumping a baseball against the wall.
Kids and nascar wolfing down endless pizzas and all the while they think the sun shines out of their ass. So honey.......how about it?
There are times when i think id like to kick the bucket, but the smell of pork chops cooked by my Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious mother in law, keeps me in check. The monkey on my back aint getting any lighter and believe you me a tater aint gonna spire to much and finding a decent parking spot is for the dilapidated and a disgruntled generation.
A Conffuzled situation arrises when you play with the stinky vegetables on your plate, while you force tight smiles and take eager sips of the Schadenfreude champaigne before you.
Island oasis comes to mind when i sift through the memories, like faded photographes, rejecting the repugnant...
But however, being somewhat uneducated i cannot commit to answering the questioning of the desire that screams from the theatre.........
my word: Edward Jekyll.
