Black spirituals from the '20s keep popping into my head.
My hovel has been condemned, and I am to be transported somewhere.
Hooterville? Mayberry?
Hooterville was bombastic and nosy.
Mayberry was judgmental (and nosy)
*Mount Pilot*?
I might add to this.
Links to "Paul Robeson" who you've never heard of, except maybe as a voice in old movies.
"Nobody knows"
"The trouble I've seen"
(it was on "The Lucy show", you knew that one, right?)
clean underwear.
Syringes.
my insulin and some leftover food
(ummm)
a small TV.
All my chargers (three)
Aannnd...My condemned house-keys (I shall return)
And my new wrench, if it ever gets here.
I'll say "goodbye" to my new faucet, and consider buying a bed.
Oh! Pillows.
Will it be windy cold and dark? A blankie!!
I'll have to trust that my neighbors I leave behind are good, hardworking,
Americans, patriotic,salts of the earth (no stealing!)
Ignore the bottles and cans (but don't throw them away, OK?)
My teacup, my spoon, my sugar, (omg)
"Nobody knows..."
I've apparently been making Cobb Salads 3x a day, according to an all seeing neighbor.
I looked it up; it's maybe similar but they prefer a ton-better looking salads, all separate-but-equal, apartheid ingredients.
Plus, they use eggs. I don't, usually, nor any avocados. But the biggest differences are, the stuff is heavily integrated and coated generously with mayonnaise.
Jennifer Aniston would hate it.
I wouldn't know about Mr. Cobb.
I almost forgot, *My* mayonnaise is all hoity-toity-upper-crusty,
And it has oil from avocados.
"Extra old" do YOU see an old man in a green windbreaker too? A real mean guy you've been warned to stay away from? |
Price-times-three, leave it be.
All those pointless stomach upsets and nausea and lost friends. (Link)
I still say I can live without Parmesan and pecorino.
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