gloom, despair, and agony on me. it's raining bad and i got crummy rain gear. i wished i was not born this morn, but i's just kidding, it's like that hee haw song. oh woe is me, winter has only just begun. what ahm gonna do. employ the flower frame, think of platitudes, like what's the one about think how bad other people have it, think of the lady in the haunted bungalow, whose back was pierced by a spring in the bed of her suicide brother, think of all those people in places we occupy with our mercenary heartless war, be grateful they're just tearing up streets and parks and be grateful you won't erode into the toxic stream, take a look, it's just a walk in the rain with a dog of god.