Rethinking bowel discomfort in an age of the old fart parade

we need something to do while we drink. something that cracks.

it's okay to spend money: i'm just about to die.

what shall we do with my secrets?

whose turn is it to dirty the dishes?

do you know the first rule of magic
we need something to do when we drink. to fill our chests.

do you know? do you know? do you care? do you check your body for lumps every so often?

i'm leading the jocular life. how about you, don marcowietz? that is an amazing bargain, such a comfy couch with 90 days same as cash. i could sleep soundly over there.

from here on out.

i lay on the inflatable raft
bobbing on the short gulf shores' waves
thinking about from here on out
it was 3 o'clock. i remembered, this is my religion, one
of feeling.

have you considered the possibility things will always be the same again?

i'm leading the rotund life. how about you, chef tell? pass the bubbling prosciutto more from the letter P eventually all ears lose their virginity.

I am called the nobody nose but not to my face.

i'm happy leading the sweet tea life. how about you, Dandy Don Meredith? Dandy Don windowdresser. Dandy Don widowmaker. please pass the living prosciutto, PBS, and do so pleasantly this time.

what goes good with good times?