Arguing for the Truth........

Carrigan the door gunner is leaning forward and hanging out.... there is no slack in his tether clipped to the D ring...... an the aircraft's wall............

He awoke with a pleasing erection  thinking about modern society........

That Rolling Stones Song was thumping in his head.......   ' I can't get no Satisfaction'    ah no no no ah hey hey hey....................

What is with constant gnawing hunger anyway?

The always wanting of more that is beneath a  dress or at a dinner table..........

Is it instilled in us?  are we not  born groping,  grasping...... and gasping for breath even?.... we begin our journey on  this earthly plain by screaming...at the top of out little lungs..........  and not saying much  I fear ........ but boy are we ever  heard.........

There There.... let me wipe your ass your next highness..........

Is all of humanity unsatisfied forever?

and.............

Arguing for the Truth...............

                     and who was it said...............                                           " much ado about nothing."........

                                                                             Carrigan.

Beaver Pelts

The family of four turned into the fur laid out by the mantle so soft and luxurious .........

But not in hot June.

Carrigan was dreaming about the dangers of censorship.

He dreamt  of   Patience, Time and Virtue............

He told himself,  I have Patience but not time or virtue,  your  Shit out of luck............

How many  carry   'Chips on their shoulders?'

Gypsies ........ were Free.......... in dreams under the stars.

Beaver Pelts.