BeinGeneric
Bluelighter
I see the age in everyone, boy girl, big or small. I see the mark of road going passions and the tiny bumps that scream from each tongue for sweet mid-western strawberry wine. Tic-a-thoom, tic-tic-tac-a-thoom,tic-a-thoom,tic-tic-tac-a-thoom. Through alone, moan man eyes I says I see a remarkable ground swell roll roll big above our heads and on it’s crest carries away racism, and sexism, classism, amassism, I smassism your flassism, nism. But seriously, America holds it’s hand close under it’s big red nose and allows for no peaking, while we all squabble and squibble over vernacular. We don’t even see the old man teeter and cough dusty groans, to us being small. So be small, while we can.
