Big band swings the new year into focus like New York.
I've never looked better, and never been so sure, I know I know,
of course we will all be full of previous arguments.

Nevertheless, or neverthemore, that is not the point, the point to be seen
is whether or not you have what is needed.

Simply translated into honesty.
Truth is like a concert is the key of C, with a concerto to get away with.


Romantic kicking and screaming in bed with the killer of Atlanta,
Misery folds just before Chicago pulls out the straight flush.

Cards rule the coast, and the wonderland of it all is...






...I dont give a fuck.