As a thick, depressing, fog suffocates a

As a thick, depressing, fog suffocates a wooded valley, the rain and sleet beat down upon a desolate path.

Hail curbstomps the peace as Father Time roundhouses an elk. Such is nightlife on scenic byways. Moments like "Mommy, look at those trees" don't happen without violent imagery and

and quarts of rum. But this time Father Time was in love. Of all the mortals he'd seen born and dead, this one, Myrtle, had captured his eternal heart. How could he talk to her

? "Unfaded branch of verdant hue, in modest sweetness dressed, shake off the pearly tears of dew, & decorate my breast." Myrtle flattered by Crondaddyo's groovy rhymes, replied, "

OOOOOOO DADDY KNOWS HOW TO MAKE BABY SWOON, I'LL DECORATE MORE THAN JUST YO BREAST, BOY!" and began to gyrate uncontrollably. Crondaddyo was taken aback by Myrtle's vulgarity, yet

this would make even the raven laugh. Not that he was into buggery but of promising the prize but delivering the complete opposite. This idea would evolve into REVERSE PSYCOLOGY.

Though , she had asked for a sign, of how to get her friend to take care of Mediumship; her sign was received. She was going to use REVERSE PSYCOLOGY on her friend from VEGA, so

clever was she. But the psychic lines got crossed and she wound up with a mental picture of a Vegetarian menu from a little place called The Beet Oven down the street. Borscht.

My favourite soup, was made Russian style and I couldn't get enough of it. The piano played by itself, some music by Shastakovich. It was in a minor key for the most part. After