It's my cancer, I'll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to
You would cry, too
If your ass fell off

HE: Great to be here
SHE: Yes, I'm surprised you're interested
HE: I didn't know astrology was so popular
SHE: I'm a Cancer, what are you?
HE: Fascinating! I have cancer . . .
SHE: WTF????

Yeah, you gotta get the mind-journeys down before the daylight starts. Nine weeks, Monday thru Friday - - - it's called Slo-Roasting the 'tate. Oh, don't start that shit all flavored with indignation about "why don't they have a pill that you take, kills that killer and you can focus on meaningful things like zeitgeist and high beams". Nothing like a little flaunting your ignorance.

Like the L'il Engine Who Could, we're gonna race to the finish line, toot our whistle, have a coupla LI Ice Teas and you're invited in July (maybe you'd better save Aug and Sept to be safe) and we'll laugh at the whole thing (if not, still not a guy who'll show up for his own funeral).

Year of the Roto-Rooter is in depeche mode so excuse the 1st Tho'ts look that you're seeing. I'm still looking extra forward to blowing out those 80 candles.