Sancho there have been terrible things afoot, how keen of you to intuitively know the extent of my adventures. They came to my door, two black boot clad men and they stuffed me in a green suit ten sizes too big and lowered me into a tank and ordered me to shoot at all who dared challege the green. So that night when I steered the tank through the wall I caught them in their whites and brought them down. So they discharged me and declared people who are small enough that the helmets come down infront of their eyes causing misfire not fit for the Army. But I still haven't seen a paycheck.
Reality may beckon, but I can resist temptation,
working customer service though, I've learned cooperation (not bloody likely)
The land of boston is where I currently am
a place where I don't have to exam cram
I scoop ice cream under the title barista
but all I am looking for is a nice siesta? (rhyme-- why bother)
These people all live in a world of high fashion
where I look on wholly without any passion.
There are evil things afoot in this world and I intent to plant myself at their origins so I can learn from the masters.
So long till I have anything more useless to say, and thanks for noticing my glib diatribes.
