justwrite 25 march

let me update you with this flash there's no cash in the pan and the pot boiled over the kettlecorn mourning the quarterback the big mac and the attack on the world hurled out of a paintcan and into a window the widow called it quits but the bits of dust rusted in the sockets and sparked the dark into a parking lot masquerade and when i fade is it to gray is it a black scattered slice of cold molding into the holding hands the scandal the panhandle and the states with no name the dogs with no game to play no way to tray or something else once upon a time there was a lollipop and it was eaten once upon a different time falling in line meant a trip down the stairs with a rope in the left hand and a banister in the right and goodnight! they all shouted as their doubts came tumbling out like short squat glasses crashed full of ice and the nice thing is the cream seems to be indubitably the best word you've heard all day and i've given up two things for lent and one of them is eating ice cream alone and this is a rolling stone that has no boss for the teeth released from the pound are worth dozens of hounds like the folks on the beach reaching out for escape in their binoculars and i have seen it seen it dem bones and the like