Mr. ArtAtrocity...False Profits vol.2

HIMYM ---the last episode got me thinking. "Well kids, if you are reading this, a man just became available and is on the market." Lies is what put me here and what is true kept me married for twenty one plus years and counting.   "The market I am talking about kids-- is the market of the other woman--that still beats.  I am available because I am married."   Now most of you reading this would say, "That is just despicable." Well, you are not wrong. The disciples of what is 'true' will say, "Happily ever after is what matters---most!"   But it is the only thing that keeps me sane.  The only thing that drives from doing things I will regret.  The act of being alone is a greater crime than remaining miserable.   The act of crying has become the understanding of one's neighbor and loving him or her.  Once this really starts-- the world will fall apart and crumble like the twin towers.  We are crumbling and there is...

When I begin writing today. I write, with a little joy in my heart because my spouse is not a great sink stacker!      My friendly spouse was born daughter of a black pitch and tar roofer. Expurgated from her mother in the dead of winter just one day shy of Elvis' birthday. But having all of that pedigree behind her.  Still lacks the understanding that the ' Deep Sink ' we put in our lovely Texas home is not a Nuclear Ebola Storage Facility.      If a ' NESF ' was in use today. It would most assuredly, be regulated by the EPA. The Islamo-Techno Terrorists or ' ITT, ' BTW, not be confused with the most outstanding educational institution this side of the 2008 financial collapse, would love to get their grimy little hands on my wonderful spouse. And Ala, 'Tony Stark' makes the outstanding school teacher, stack pots and pans in a make shift deep sink, deep in some  dark and dank cave this side of Kabul. Of course, located in...