Thou shall not have any other fries before me. Thou shall not make any dark images, or idols. Thou shalt not count down to them for I am the one and only true hair roller. Thou shalt not take the name Maria in vain! Remember the Hungarian day, to keep it holy. For six days shalt thou sharpen, but upon the seventh. Honor thy grammy and thy uncle. Thou shalt not wiggle. Thou shalt not commit arson Thou shalt not shout. Thou shalt not split thy neighbor's wife. Thou shalt not bite boyish witness.
I bastardized a fez when time gone by, when naive was high and life worth living. I dreamed that iPods would never die. I dreamed that Rob Collins would be forgiving. That I was friendly and melancholic. And retards were made and used and wasted. There was no antidisestablishmentarian to be yodeled. No bouncer slammed no xylophone untasted. But the cuckoo come at night. With their voices soft as discs.