Now with a little more revision, alittle more class comes the politically charged commentary of your educated redneck, yours truly monsieur homais.
So whistle, trap it in a bottle, close it and then open it 5 minutes later and see if you can hear.
Turn the light on and off quickly in an attempt to see light expanding.
Open your eyes wider in the darkness to cry to capture the darkness.
Marvel at how a layer of dust develops without you every seeing it airborne.
A but the subtleties of life usually lie in a simple deepfrying machine or a george foreman grill where as the sweet juices of flavor (cholesterol marvels) and the sweet fragant spell of organically grown (mint) are the king and queen of the castle. And the throbbing music, the all american fireworks hit off as you watch someone play baseball (im particular to the phillies having lived in philly at some point) and they waggle their ass in tight pants, hold phallic like structures in an attempt to show their superiority and steal bases trying to score (literraly? figuratively?) more. Good times as we turn the page.
So now summer temperatures are rising and girl talk is all i can hear about. Seriously, my girlfriends, all they want to do is talk about boys, hair, the economy, obama, mccain, gas prices, the latest sales at nordstroms and all i really care about is the mindset ill have when i head to bed tonight.
Best of luck
Sincerely, from M. Bovary’s loins
-M.Homais
