"I mind you doing it out loud"

I want a Joey Lucas. Or maybe skip the "A" part, maybe I actually just want a hearing-impaired pollster cutie. We certainly won't talk each other's ears off, but there's other parts of the body that speak more articulately than those often painful noises that come out of one's mouth anyway. We'd make it alright. I don't who she is or where she is or the color of her hair. Maybe I'll just shack up with Kenny. I've been comparing a lot of things in life to getting aroused, which is not for the sake of vulgarity but for the sake of comparison. You get an idea or an impetus for something that might be worth talking about you better get it down and get it done before it eludes you. They don't make pills that warn to call your doctor if you have an idea that lasts four hours or longer. Maybe that pill is actually LSD. I should try it sometime. A huge tree fell in a neighbor's yard, so all day long you can look out our living room window and see cars going in reverse, pulling into our driveway and going the other way, forced to change direction. I wonder what everyone's inital reactions are. Is it annoyance, like a mosquito bite you didn't know you had? Is it anger at not being able to go the way you imagined? It's easy to make a person cry for the wrong reasons but I deeply cover the rare moments when you can do it for the right ones.