MEL the DOORBELL

His eyes read the following drivel:

Train a guy to be a soldier and maybe one day he may invade you. Take a gunman from a drug cartel and put him arguing with you about lawns and then turn away from the "we're fucked" crowd and shoot a few armpit farts. The thing about being fucked and the idea that you arm yourself might mean you possibly won't be there to be fucked because you're shot from a false delusion with that gun. So skip the shit about stopping power and bleed the line(s).

What's the matter with you? Are you paying attention to the distraction when being open for the good stuff takes full focus? Find your inner Timex and get your bezel popped.

Fall flavored jamboree jumps to the front. Seventy something is the sequel to Melanie Mayron and it flows similarly except Mel the Doorbell has been archived thanks to finger exercise a la night. Delayed accuracy pending lava lamp.