A place for weasels, waffles, pancakes, bunnies and monkeys, as well as the occasional engaging biped to verbally wander, ponder, work up a lather, blather, get in a dither and discover but then forget to write down the meaning of life on their way to have a smoke & make a joke.
Drama prone, poo-flinging primates need not apply. Hall passes & haul passes freely granted. Passes at girls with glasses highly encouraged. 'Verbal warnings' & corporate nonsense strictly verboten.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
"If all the things that you stood for
Were burned to ashes at your door
Would you stay and try some more?
What if the love you gave
Starin' at you from the grave
Would it make your heart explode?"