The sunset flashed its message that I do this every night.

Waiting in pain and staring at an overweight woman who believes it's possible in a normal society to enjoy banana sundaes and spandex equally. Watching the cottage cheese of her thighs twitch as she throws her head back to lick the last drops of ice cream rolling down the inside of a plastic bowl made from recycled industrial waste plastic. The insanity of waiting for a government employee to decide the time is right to be afforded an interview.

Alive today and ready to get inspired, while the rest of them sit back there waiting for the announcement of truth and wisdom. I've wasted the daylight looking for the flash and it will come back to haunt me sooner or later. If I can squeeze through the gap, it will be a small miracle. Don't tell them that the future has become the past. Tell them that there is still time today to sink deeper into the present and enjoy the neon show. One more down, only the worst shall pass and the popular kids in school will be worshipped as heroes. It is like a form of industrial cancer spreading across the faces of the people who pass this way.

They proceed unhindered and unharmed, but the episode reminds us that there cannot be any cases left to chance. Throw the tile by the board and charge a hogs head for the privilege of doing so. We pass our time in a foolish manner that allows us to see the results of the people we asked for.

If they exceed our expectations, then how can we be forgiven for cutting them off at the knees? When walking a trooper through the gates, smile gently at her and ask if the enjoyment for the job still passes true. Discontinue the use of hybrid odors if the colors don't meet your needs any longer. Moving through the B class and staring down the antagonists from A. A pastel color being enjoyed by a troop of color blind rabbits looking for rye grass or barley to fill a need for lunch.