~ "why oh why oh why for once, can't you just be superficial like lil' ol' me rather than all profound all the time. no-one can function in a profound way all the time...life would become unmanageable. you'll be left alone at the party standing in the corner talking to yourself, ..." ~

Where were you a while back when I could be saved from myself, Mick? Tween Leukemic naissance unto anotherwise sweet married life & the perennial draw of neo-profundity (this oop nuisance that is messy), I [AM] in the corner mumbling into my diminishing pint n nursing a lonely ol’ woody …while the numbers keep adding up to too few ones AND too many zeros & the tin tones on the screened porch lack a certain A to Bb oscillation/reverberation to segue us into the new days' more desirable dawnings;

………..outside is a nation undone.