I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

I am now back to the stupendous and overwhelming joys that life has to offer! Either a dog-oatie, got a deer, or someone’s big-ass dog took a dump on the local trail. Hey dog (or whatever) what do you think a dumpster is for? (Right?) So, the bones of the last catch litter the clay coast of the local swamp. Back in February there were still two girl-deer. I saw one just a few weeks ago! Question: what is coyote rope? It is constructed of about 87 to 93 percent hair, or fur more so! I have gotten over the possibilities and fate of our very own nearby herd. Because life has offered me a stupendous opportunity for a newfound realization (along with the seasonal change) and a gleefully prominent existence. I will conquer all that the world shall offer. Within the deepened context of my rejuvenated splendor a vast well of gleaming delight will pour forth unto the very globe itself. I will stay close to home today to rest up for the coming week. Down here in the cellar, sitting at Father’s desk, I am comfortably and elegantly showered with the cooler embodiment of my very own self.