I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

As Hallowed Eve begins to shine, (at least in the stores) I consider my wearing of the “Pirate-Costume”. Since I don’t engage in late-night consumption, the probability is diminished. Did you remember about my slight difference from the left to the right of my face? (Not so much like Steven Colbert!) My hairline never matched. That would be down the middle, or from either side. What is of particular note would be my angry eye’s brow. It becomes even more so notable if I sleep on that side. Without a professional trim the curious, but always stern brow, begins to beat down. So that side, “like”, you know, waves to people going by. Or if I give you the look, any fragmented, and so very well imagined consternation, indeed, would have yet to unfold before us both. As long as things are so very well tended to, all should be so neatly keen, and well in order. “Tis when you’re once again alone, that the BrowMeister shall have such a flurry of demand, that only a fabulous, and virtuous form of an acquiescent unity will abound. If we can here and now, ascend to those heights of a common and normal tranquility, while maintaining the essence of a strengthened connection, a true sense of the magnificent, and familial stronghold, that should so readily abound, things will be together . Did you know that you actually receive those yummy bites on behalf of those that are gone and departed, yet may potentially linger even so very, very closely. I would always try to formally eat at least a few tidbits, while closing my eyes and praying with an honorable, and formal sense of pristine, altruistic, and glorious faith. Then I would kinda, sorta, you know…………….anyway, have another good one.

By Mr. Ian Anderson, & the band Jethro Tull, from circa 1971. You were captively frightened one day in the woo–ooo-ood. The witches promise is coming. Leaving you standing there, and laughing she flew…….The witches promise is coming….(close to the actual lyics?) My vinal?(vinyl) is in storage!