Disporting

Can you imagine retroactive toasting of people you do not like? Why bother pinning yourself down to customary fencing advocated by individuals who have fought their way to be in your corner, whatever it took? Now is the time for all good ambassadors to wipe their shoes on the welcome mat of history and start shouldering a better grasp on circumstantial truth. I would offer this same thought to anyone who claims to have only begun to love me given nothing better to do. And what happens next inevitably comes true, with or without cheering anybody on or criticizing impulses that feel foreign as a bronze Norwegian visiting a domicile both for better and worse, meanwhile avoiding the wearing of a tennis dress, claiming to prefer not showing off the least attractive part of a woman's body to strangers and members of parliament alike.

 

Veering off the fast lane in the direction of fossils made large in the collective mind