sneaking into combat with a pocketful of change for a hundred plus bad reasons thse feet start sprouting routes leading in figure 8's and S curves down to where the sun don't shine, the wax on this bald giving head, this wet towel at the foot of the bed, spread spread spread pink turns to red and then black into caverns that leak dry and crack with misus and abuse; bedroom hoppers that screw into wall sockets, discharge, and dispel until next Saturday night, these time clockers, these walking gym lockers