What the heck is this?  What the petroleum jelly?  However you look at

it it’s messed up.  But what about all the jelly fish in the whirlpool of life?

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.  I have the worst craving for

a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  But seriously, who would have thought

we’d be here dreading all the associations?  Certainly not me.   Actually, I

was dreading massaging the absence of field to tell you the truth.

Speaking of truth, what’s the deal with all the phony commercials?

Sometimes I sit in front of the tube, but what I really feel like doing is

banging my head against the lies.  Can you dig it my mother?  Coz I can

really get into the swing of things if I tried.  Phew!  That was a mouthful.

I think I’ll just chill for a while and take a few of these truth serums

instead.

Angela Cohan

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