Exec plops into chair and writes note to self. Don’t forget to care. Don’t forget about the little man or woman. Don’t keep it all for yourself.
Wouldn’t that be nice. Wouldn’t it be great if someone in power gave it all away. I know, it does happen, every now and then.
Wrong tests move death to life to death. Crashing waves cross plagues with Chinese amber knees and Colgate semifinals and coteries.
Life is like a restroom. You never know how much toilet paper you might have in the stall. Creases come closely to shirt tails and blue templed fish with yellow fins.
Lynx are the bathtub dreamers of the millennium stop said stop! Apples are not the kindest fruit that’s bananas. But not to your waistline.
Creatures from the American swamp open alligator jaws and find little kittens. And puppies. And people parts. You would do fine in ample tree vines.
Find fallopian tribes in coal mines and little kids on play grounds don’t try it at home. Drown Spiteville in closet canker slow pokes don’t do it.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 