Never Miss the Bullseye
"NEVER MISS THE BULLSEYE"
"promise me something?" I told her.
"when I'm committed to a madhouse
come visit me within the first week
and bring me a piece of cake and
a cup of milk. then tell me you're
getting married."
"what? why?"
"just give and tell me everything I
want to hear."
"that's not going to happen... not
getting married."
observe and pay attention to every
bit of detail.
never surrender the point.
even if it is about cake, marriage
or milk.
By: Chicano Eddie
4-11-2017
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