the 'problem' became more clear....
it was the 'FREAKISH ness'
that had swallowed everyone in its wake.....
it had eaten the family,
as though they were cherries atop a black forest cake.....
deliverance was lost indeed....
all was lost, with regard to HIM....
he was no longer any one's 'white knight'.....
his was a path of destruction and delusion and 'roadkill'......
for he had burnt bridges as fervently and as hideously as can be imagined......
even his loyal HORSE had escaped the stables.......
for in the end, the hay had tasted like MUD......
and 'horsey' couldn't eat mud....
she needed her ATKINS BARS !
and she was a three-legged NAG, in any case.....
lost her hair, her vision.....
needed to be 'put down', in truth.....
and so...
the saga continued, albeit with 'BOATLOADS OF SALT' !!.....
(as opposed to A GRAIN !)
for nothing that he said or did was believable or tolerable or rational.........
life twists and turns,
VIOLENTLY at times.....
all the while......
giving us messages ??
teaching us some sort of lessons ??
aren't we getting a little OLD for lessons ??
i mean......seriously........
