Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Keane One

Only probable as far as I know. Like other things. Like stromping around in pair O'Steelers. And you'll love the sound but you really must take care what you do with these things. They aren't Einstein in a magic elevator. It doesn't matter who started it, it all ends in the face. So you sit a while, take a little pep talk from your dark adviser and pop it in again to see who's really up. But you've missed something, son. You can call it a game, but this life is all you've got. So ok, ransack the apartment for your crystal statue. The guarantee that you want you won't find. But the one you fear will likely greet you in the end. Put away your guns. Bolt down your knives. Throw on some mittens and grab a cup of cocoa. You'll never know if all you do is seek yours.

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