pagan power

onward to christmas, that pagan party that packs a powerful punch. yes, we like to deny the pagan package that is christmas, but it is there nonetheless.
today is black friday. millions are buying millions of things for millions of dollars. they will walk miles in the malls of america, milling about in the markets, as they spend their money in more and more meaningless ways. yes, a dark day indeed.
i saw a fine movie entitled "51 birch street" today. i give it a tom thumbs up. go see it.
i must confess that i did shop around a little today. i know you think that is a miracle, but before smokey gets in your eyes, let me give you some info for your platter of thought. this is for only you, my dear reader, to read at this twilight time, and it is my prayer that you digest this food for thought wisely. i believe i can chew the fats with you without suffering a domino effect that will cause my checkered history to be made public. in any case, i did purchase some colgate toothpaste, a tooth brush, and some batteries. i confess to being turned on by the bonus bucks offered by cvs. alas, i didn't have the williams to refuse those bucks, leading to a nice net savings to my benefit. i suppose i will have to live with having spent money on buy nothing day. a crime, you cey, ron? i gather it is, but you moss remember that i do not live a brady bunch existence. it is hard for me john, to pass on a sayles, for i am an ordinary joe who does not have the power to pull strings. the sayle, i must admit, was music to my ears. perhaps if i was well off i would sing a different tune.
excuses, excuses. the fact is i broke the strike. alas, i am a scab. sorry, iww.
the world would have been so much different if i could have put up with my bad breath for another day.
i guess we will never know what might have bin. instead, i am laden with guilt, struggling to survive in this trash can of life. osama these days, perhaps it will get a little better, and we will make it, and live happily in milton, writing poems as we relax on the john.
dreams sustain me.
all power to the pagans.