Oedipus Eddie buys time to kill that pigeon, vulgar in a sense like his mother. By Oklahomas roads we still have Grace to meet with her golden, corny hair and vuloptious eyes... they like to shine sometimes or so he tells me excited himself by the travelling feet of his and mine. Perhaps it goes to show while i watched that man pee over a moving trucks jittery side some other guy was being brutally loved up by someones half sistergirl. who is that sad nightingale in a dressing gown? eating icecream and apple pie which gets better every step or train track of the way... best to settle in and truss a job but not work, letching on some poor major whose broom ways ahh i don't know, maybe they just fed him too much arsenic at school. Lets peruse for a moment my idiotic ways of communication, listening to the comic to-and-froing Dean between cream and Lou like some boy out of class with his bright beamin' eyes full of insomnia/milk and vodka jack hazard lights instead like to break the silence, virtually nothing i do at the beginning when i watch and listen and laugh at the crazy 2- making and beeline for the scented grass and setting up, finally drifting like a log to bed whither with a woman or.. just well hung/
