on visiting frank in a foster home

i went in, acting in a fine manor, when they told me that frank had moved wess. my friend joe was still there, and he seemed like a newman. he spoke of the hard times, but now sees a ray of sunshine in his future. the home was a fine place. constructed by larry and other workers of the world, you can count on the fingers of one hand a place that was better made than this one. all in all, it was a swinging time, until a nurse told me to harry up. roy was i mad. i won't trumpet that place again. in fact, i got on the horn and complained to all who would listen that they were off basie to throw me out. i wanted to duke it out because i felt it was off the waller that i would be treated in such a way. (insert helen pun) you know, i'm a
goodman, and for them to swing at me like that was uncalled for. i suppose i could have pulled some strings and arranged for a disciplinary action to occur against the home, but i would rather just say cello and bring it to an end, for there is enough conflict in the world without me drumming up more of it. do you think i should sing another tune? would that be the key to my happiness? wouldn't it be better to take a trip to francis. irish i could go, for this land is ireland, this land is your ireland. i harold the day when we will all cher the land, and sit in the sonny shine, and laugh everyday. give me that old time rock and rolle, esther, and let the good times rolle. for then, i will be back on my feet, for that old time rock and roll is the kind of music that soothes my sole. i love that sweet sole music, because it is so free, and i never feel fenced in when i listen to picket at knight during the midnight hour. i am gladys that time when i can enjoy such music, and i knock on nick wood that i will always be able to enjoy it.
portrait of diversity...the train comes to the chinatown stop, and a young asian mother comes on with her two young sons. the boys have bags of macdonald's food, and both pull out fish sandwiches and begin to eat them. fish, one of the staples of many an asian diet, but these two boys weren't really eating fish, were they? they were eating an elton brand, an image, a commercial. they were gobbling down the vulgar americanism of corporate domination. but, they had smiles on their faces. they didn't seem to realize that the rape of their identity was long underway. but why should they be any different? how many young black children have sat down to fast food meat, when their grandmother's chicken could put the garbage they now call chicken to shame? how many young white children have thrown in their lot with fast food, when their various ethnic backgrounds have produced food of great quality? oh lord, have they even taken our taste buds from us?
so here i go again, about to take that linda tripp again to pick jennifer flowers for helen, who lives near troy by the hudson river. i am going to plant myself in their surroundings, and take a chance on courtney love showing up on sunday. that would make me get happy.
a goal i have is to play hockey with gary, but we need a puckett. i thought i saw one on the kirby, but it wasn't. when i play, i often have cheating on my mind, but my mother is a woman who told me never to lie, especially with young girls who are not reddy for it, like helen. reddy or not, here i come, and though i really want to play, i will be a good sport regardless of the outcome, because life is a ball, and i am ready for freddie mertz, and as long as i stay lucy as a goosey, i'll be ok. desi a lot of bad things about me, but i don't gleason to a thing they say, honey. i will moon them if i get the chance, for that is an art form johnny helped me get quite goode at. stan getz good at it to, but he is often too horny to take part in it. last i heard from a cool cat named garfield, stan getz got a new blow job as an oral historian. he told me the job was a pain in the ass. ass see what he meant, but a job is a job, as the bible says, and it still is good news, for life is a holiday that the good man continues to cooke up for us. so be gaye and lie down on a matt, but keep a billie club nearby in case a strange fruit tries to attack you.
ciao.