Abysmally Slow Learner

I don't know about you but the seeming me abused and cursed had all my birth fingers burnt off at the first knuckle before the first lullaby from too many here hold my beer blithely eager watch this rolls of the dice simply to gain a little altitude a little vista no audience necessary or even indicated just a little reconstructive surgery by Dr. Peel to scamper us along the Great Slippery Slope we rubbernecks in Mardi Gras trim still at this late date being required to toss the shiny brass ring token coin into the carousel's giant clown mouth light up the pin ball machine's backboard subtext to the bombastic circus of philosophs and its beatings its impossible absolutes a bewitched wonderland of terror and delight herded by breathing psychotic clumps of atoms and then by gosh by golly the sun comes up so I watch my back almost exclusively through Eskimo slits snow blind and groping with a smile for the shopping cart wranglers tip big all the busty truck stop waitresses hedge my bets at the crooked bookie window with a bliss enforcing scratch behind the ears for my ever starving three leg fur dog Tripod and happily crank the music knobs up mosh thrashing towards free volition while the neighbors bang the ceiling pound the walls stomp the floor threatening to put me where I belong funny how I can never get the specifics as to where in bandage land that might be but I have the peripheral suspicion that my playful sweet tooth for curiosity has exceeded certain limits