I drive a Steinbeck but dream in a Camus.
I heard my cat meow ten times and then more, ‘license and registration ..’
I’m being taken down. Something about my discrimination in music, which is chopped inside a lazy susan.. I’ll invite you to try...

Oppressed, rejected, sure, I’m in there, but personality disorder is a binding element of hip party kerfuffles and drooling, perverted dalliance. So put me down for p.d., revalidating my fears.