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As I plucked my feet from my sorry soapbox n' gazed from outside myself at my infuriated rants I wondered if I could pull my head out of HisStory n' beautify n' modernize hanging up the knicker bockers n' slapping on big boy pants? But would it be me in comfortability in the accepted color block of pale blue dress shirt n' beige Dockers n' $99 dollar sportjacket of itchy wool? N' how would it be if I was crowned in nerdability with an Andy Capp type hat n' squared just right Drew Carey black rim glasses-oh Huey Lewis might think is cool? Perhaps I'd attract an upscale element of female curiosity toning down image of furiousity in 501 Levis n' black leather jacket with cars n' guitars type of a T-shirt Who knows maybe an image change arrangeability would be all it would take for me perhaps might even lead to something lasting versus my flycasting flirt to hurt N' while I'm at it could vanquish that doom n' gloom depictability with witch encounters n' musical sorcerers n' hypnotic drone of diesel engines n' then hone skill of describing the airbrushed pink n' purplish layered clouds of the western sunset over Catalina that appear as inviting as the female anatomy Then in like one of those movies I'd forge on with abandonability in a flint faced resolve throwing out my past releasing my cords to the mast n' floundering recklessly entangled between opague flesh n' wispy dancing long golden strands n' newfound delightfully strange sensation of brushing against a mosaic of yellow n' green scales in tepid turquoise waters swirling in wheels of indinstiguishable sensuality As the final drips stopped knowing into the chambers of hell I'd be dropped from my liquid fantasy n' preposterous ponderance of a makeover I realized it may take the earth shaking staggering like a drunken sailor on leave to delve into any kind of a weave So just for now I'm OK in my solaced retreat lounging in my blue warm Dickies PJs a slight chill in the air prompting me to pull the Coleman 0 degree drab Army green bag over my feet. 2-5-2017 Duncan R. M. Ferguson
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