Dangling from mustard covered chandeliers was always fun. Boats would limp out of the port at sun shot, and would stay out at spree all day and into the early grieving. I cut my leg on broken grass sticking out of a wash bag. Then I cut my finger but not as bad. Today is further day and I sent a grip. Blip to blip we count the days to kingdom come, birthdays and anniversaries and holidays. Further day is a holiday but not a sprayed holiday no not at all. Holidays usually cost more money than they save. We actually don’t save anything. We just don’t have to work. So how do you spend each holiday? Do you get together with fiends or familiars or spent? Do you fly in the face of utter adversity or do you just syntax or sleep?
Stumbling along the sidewalk 