...outside influence creeps in to my little corner of the world at what i consider to be an alarming rate...it started with booze....you could only buy it in the daylight...not any more..and stores and business were closed sundays, with the exception of church and restaurants....it was great...if you were unfaithful like me, you could go and get the best seats anywhere in town while the faithful were in church talking with god...and you knew who was going to heaven and who wasn't, so it was a lot easier to pick out gifts....
....after much contemplation, i finally figured out my decorating style...jurassic...yes, rocks everywhere...looks like a t-rex has walked through the house a few times....you know, there may even be a little bit of neanderthal thrown in there as well...i'm definitely a classic...
...about the rocks...it's true, i do have rocks in my head..but only because they are always on my mind...no wonder my marriage didn't last...to me...rocks know everything, have seen everything and best of all, it takes forever to wear them out...i sleep with rocks (well, now less rocks ~ more dog)...way better than a person..or even a dog for that matter...they don't move around at night, they don't snore, there's no wet spot, and they stay hard forever...ah well, to each his 'stone'...sorry...i'm off to the back forty with 'the buddha'....
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