Fireworks and Fantasies.

0643/2019 82/90 blue skies NE5/10 55@H
Fuck the Dogs.

Greetings from the Hill.

A whole afternoon lost in space
somewhere in the ethernet,
very frustrating to a slowtyper.

Thunder and lightning
black skies and rumbling
now cleared for fireworks.

Outrage about the Obama's
757 flight for fish and chips,
so much lopears tasking
of corporate America.

Off to see the Queen
avoiding that Sarkozy woman
and a visit to the Louvre.

Special treatment for
the black princesses
of a bigamist grandfather.

So much for the smooth talker.

"Hey, face facts, a worm's a worm,
bait on Wall Street's hookers."

The Goldie Sox girls will
have him for brunch.

Don't expect lunch
with Lori and Larry.

Model wives differ across the seas.

Madame Wu is gonna get you,
boy....

Burned out after losing the good stuff.

Love the country,
distrust politicians,
and never believe
statisticians.

Maybe jazz musicians.