Paloma Darling,

This is a pleas from me to you: find me...




Soda fountain favorites never live long enough to become Fountains of Life for overlooked plumber's daughters and spastic overly-sarcastic ex-president's wives.

Their popularity depended on the dependency of the product and with the absence of cocaine from the bottom of the bottles, everyone suddenly realized that coke...
was just a joke
and there was no real hope of giving youth to the old and spunk to the young.

All it did was make your heart beat faster and teeth chitterchatter while brushing the leftovers of life from teething memories biting you in the heart with could have beens and diabetes.

Everyone's eyes were finally pulled open and hearts were broken to what they had forgotten to see:
The end is ALWAYS near,
Life is too short no matter how many songs you have on your mp3. We no longer only kill the things that we hate but things we love with
guns
hugs
words
slurrs

Betraying with smiles and cowardly kisses
from the almighty Jesus
 to your father's future mistress, the neighbor's Mrs.
LOVE is all you need! But just in case keep an aka47 in your pocket
and a grenade in your palm.

Wisdom leads to knowledge,
but not the presidency because this country club will make sure of that with the Electoral College.

Only the courageous really live while the rest of us are really dead before we will die.

Nothing is more OVERCOMPENSATING than a huge 1 mile per gallon hummer.
And with all this terribly refreshing realization
People kept to themselves and wept inside
It must have been a bummer to discover that the fountain of life all this time is a best seller and the Garden Of Eden cant be processes, packaged, sugared, and put on shelves but it is something ingeniously given that we can never achieve or buy by ourselves.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

you had me believe you as a demacrat.