Saturday, March 18, 2017

Under The Table

Isn't that where they drink you? Where they pay you for criminal activity? Where you find your fingers at the intersection of stockings and flesh? The mysterious land where old Beech Nut morphs into paleontological treasures?

Any time spent on activities that don't involve love is time wasted.

Those greedy men in suits don't represent me. They never will. I doubt they represent you. Put on a Little Willie John record and pet the dog.

Call the loneliest person you know and tell them that you love them.

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