A Thought from Mr. Greeber

Couples are increasingly having their very first dance CHOREOGRAPHED. The Box Step is not current. Releasing the feet for romance is no new option. Even the humble caveman cut the rug or mastodon pelt upon occasion. When the elderberries are ripe, anything goes in this psycho-sexual grocery world. You who make the crop on the old back radiator know who you are, and your heat does not go unnoticed. Sing, sing the praises of the blood flow - the pounding in your temples and the leather of the old school volleyball oozing its leathery scent in the arrow cabinet. Don't open it! You'll be sorry if you smell it. I don't fear what you have wrought, and your pets are starving in the corners of the basement. Do you care? Are you aware?

All they needed was some water and some crumbs, but you wouldn't give them the score. Your cruelty will not go unnoted.

Your cruelty will not go unnoticed.

Mr. Greeber