A 42 Regular

I believe, therefore I breathe the collective id down at the mall. Salvation in the actions of our gridiron greats, our pro golfers, our game show cops, our East Village actors, our runway planes of even beauty that some how forgives me, bodes me on a raft of commerce through this J.C. Penny moment... This... Jacket, a 42 Regular. Like my octane like my system's timings; a structure in harmony with the spheres, the sages, the rock of ages: Manna from the radio... sustenance, driven....through dreams and slants, the clouds occluded, a pair of matching pants included.