jalopathy

it's the old age setting in, the droopy ears, the turkey waddle, sagging butt cheeks, the man tits, south-bound teeth and the otherwise flaccid self chugging along into the sunrise with tincans crossing at 2k yards off the starboard bow dogging down the datum and dealing in clogged arteries to the end of one launch after another that gives it away.

jalopathy... the getting old part. the dysfunction junction story as told by the passing Interstate on it's way either way but away don't matter where just somewhere. else.

because aging has no plausible deniability, no excuse nor alibi and gravity's cold hearth is the death grip promised to us all at sunrise on the gunline just the same, aged or not, live it up then says I

and from what I can tell there's no getting out of this thing alive no matter how hard you scratch at the lid. they can't hear you and you're only using up all your oxygen. good night...