I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

I will forge ahead even though I am not quite certain how to format all of the photo shots. Today is Sunday. It is the day of rest. To go out today would no doubt require the utilization of sunscreen, but in addition, the old-fashioned type of air conditioning that I have referred to in the past. Even a girl’s armpits are attractive, so it will be okay if you all want to go along with it. If you stand under a shade tree, and the wind is blowing just right, you probably won’t actually need to open your wallet, or to even conjure up thoughts of all of those “winter-scene” business cards being so well and easily distributed. What I will do today will mirror the actions of so many other Sundays. I wait until Mother leaves for Church. Then I go into total janitorial mode. As a religious rite we would wait to eat until after our return home from the service. That is the reason that the house was “immaculate” for us to start that first day of the week. (an almost-pun was attempted) I have so easily begun to develop big brown spots. When Father was stationed in Hawaii, he began having those dark big freckles appear. I have been rubbing a sporting type of rub on myself, even excessively, yet continue to become even more and more brown. My “white” sister, I do believe, somehow actually finds a sense of appeal in my latest shade of tan. Alas, only an older gal has become enchanted with my very existence. She was on a pleasure walk while crossing my path. It was her lack of control, in regard to her overall reaction with being so close to “El Cerebro Magnifico”, the” Well Anointed, Self Appointed” King of the entire world, that made me feel so close! Because I no longer want to so, toe-toe-totally become romantic in an instantly irresistible fashion, my brain just shutdown. As long as this older gal didn’t mind that I retired early, while living with Mother, I guess that perhaps a form of true love would have been so readily at hand.

I grasped for reason yet none appeared, though Love’s in season, it hadn’t cleared, the tall tree branches so well obscure, a lasses draw, deep inside did stir a relentless sorrow so soon will grow, an empty glass she’ll never know.(Sorry, I will try to be more positive next time. Maybe that is what I will work on later today.