...the dreaded midget is everywhere with his wife, moonlight chaos, but only during working hours. The bubbles are flowing again, this time a shadowy representation of Danish poison. No matter. The inevitable only exists in a constrained mind. Funny, these chores animals with opposable thumbs embrace. Every brain a prison. Every thought another metal bar, or yesterday's pizza. My friend "just C" accepts this, but "sleighrideknockdown" has an entirely different opinion, which is why he paints post office boxes mauve, and steals ash trays to fill his empty closet. The arrogant son-of-a-bitch. But you have to love someone who thinks stop signs are comical.