Wednesday, January 7, 2009
as i brood over feral minutiae i realize as a greenhorn on the subject i was not loaded for bear. a bevy of pecking order dogged my duck soup. the superior group tried to buffalo my idea of the kangaroo court, when i was the phoenix of disaster. self-appointed i began to ferret the grounds that continue to lionize my soul and toss away the white elephant that would eventually lead to eating crow. the case was a dark horse but i was a lupine for purity.