andrewveil

I think I like how the walls are looking these days.
I painted them (white,mind you) over 5 months ago...and the color is still fabulous.
As for the basement walls...young hands have touched them everywhere, scatched the surfaces in such a violent manner.
Ah shit...the kids are still here!!! I thought they had all gone the way of the dinosaur, but they stand all around me now.

ACT II
Let's take a look at those feet...
I see some beautiful little rings...and amazing swirls of ghostly colors carefully laid upon the surfaces of the nails.
The nails themselves?? Well, they are nicely cut, not too short...
Each feels smooth and delicately rounded. They smell freshly painted...
Am I correct?? How many of these aspects have I gotten correct??

Thank you,<LORD>
I will dedicate a lightly used 1980's vehicle to you.
Soon...not as in TODAY soon...but soon enough, indeed.

...ende...

ACT III
Brock enters.
And he enters again...
just because he demands that sort of attention.
The WOLF is great, the ECONOMY even better.
What a great time to listen to music.
Brock inserts a Gang of Four cd, and continues to dance for a few hours, pausing only to repeat a few favorite songs.
He told me last night that this had become a daily pattern for him.
Maybe some exercise?? No...no no....This kid is skinny. Needs no exercise these days.
What an artist. He stands up, grabs his sweaty towel...and exits the room in a stink of rage.

...So what is to become of the flowers??
The tulips were lovely...
The branches were delicious!
Ah...to think. We have everything here FOR US...
But we are NEVER to speak of it.

Look at other things...such as clouds and lonely motels.
But these things...no...just leave them alone.
You'll know what I mean later...maybe MUCH later.
Now excuse me...

For I have a lot of sorting to get done.