Hungry 6-Year-Old Crashes Car While Driving to Applebee’s

That sort of says it all, doesn't it?

The skirmish for truth must be fought early in the morning.

Lies happen later in the day.

Big lies occur in the night.

 

And this belongs directly on the surface of time as well:

Alleged shoplifter arrested with live lobsters in shorts.

Woman injured by farting cat.

More alleged victims of botched buttocks surgery emerge.

 

But I remember having a beer once, and feeling like a minor god.

I remember going to one restaurant where they had a strange dish on the menu

called “Beef Librarian.” It wasn't tough, it wasn't tasty, and it didn't look

that good, but it was supposed to be very nutritious.

 

I know in some lie you told your life began making sense.

And I know the mind likes logic,

but the heart really does love chaos.

 

I just hope flies land on the butter of your soul

and become butterflies.

I hope up to 8 hoboes attend your funeral.

I hope all religions will grow up and get a job.

 

But oh, the way that barista looked at that girl

wearing no bra, with this fine line between

lust and hate, then looked

abruptly away, but then took

yet another smoldering glance.

Ooh. Ouch!