And after this if I slip into a nonstop waking nightmare and forget where the crack in the ice was that I pounded skull and fist to as my skin and lips became blue and another warning story born for nascar dads and soccer moms to mourn.

Village Idiot, position to be filled, by some skilled applicant whose not worth laughin at though some might when you find that he doesn't go out at night, full of fear, the coast is clear though it's filled with rocks, seaweed, lumbering, lazy, lusty couples with hands down trunks, pipes down skunks, christ downs monks and the giants win the super bowl, down to the wire, the letter, the post card from the tire yard of all your lost summers and miserable winters, cold, old and told what to do, spat back at you from the tv you can't turn off, not that you'd want to, tonight Ashley Blue and Lucy Liu will 69 for you on pay per view, don't touch that dial.