a unique visual music

A Unique Visual Music

I shall gloat a little over my employer’s cuckold’s horns

in response to feeling anger, sadness, and/or fear. In other

great anger, sadness, and shame, he said, "I didn't come all the way."

Obviously, something or someone has got to go. The unanimous choice

tried to get a refund on yesterday’s disrupted journey

to do things that would improve how we feel. This combination,

draped in a kind of brave and naked mournfulness,

wants little pots and big pots bubbling on the stove

all aft’noon long, yay. Most o’ the observ’trees was

able to see them as kind of funny and something that

is the nectar of the gods--every cut, rip, puncture, and abrasion

got hooked on a Friday night by a late television movie. The scene

is that on one of the instruments that measures contentment.