Scar


SCAR

We shared our scars and fell in love. We jumped into the Mississippi Latrine to consummate our celibacy. In counseling, we tendered, but it never crossed the blood brain barrier. We resorted to sliding down the banister. Of course, environmental concerns were ballistic and bolstered our relevance. We tried to conserve on garbage, hoarding most stuff.

Hoarding eroded us, but we still climbed mountains and fought pilot programs, and percolating kept us in touch with law enforcement personnel. As far as recreation, we profited from poor people. But abdicated any responsibility for poverty. Prison convinced us to be career criminals.

We marched on Washington to raise funds for the dearth of ubiquity. Moreover, we always paid our bill of rights on time. Kites never really interested us. But our love of books led us into the land of bookies. In fact, we were baptized in Civil Religion. But we were more spiritual than religious, but still respected the pastors at our service stations. Therefore, we belonged to a small group of retailers who held us accountable to be more insincere and insensitive, but better off.

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