One Hit Wonder

Someone looking to procure innocence, I presume, or maybe just trying to ascertain the going-rate thereof; sickos, both. Just another ship passing in the ethernet night, trying to get away from (t)here for awhile while settin' a spell and looking to dock: not anywhere. Except for some of us, who love (,) living for being moored up from the floor up, lusting for acres of rolling terrain while discussing the finer points of sourdough, humming off-key to party-shuffled indie in their multi-stage-airbag-protected-third-row-having family ferry SpUte; any color will do, so long as it "pops"; against the fucking pavement. Sounds not so bad, to me, but I'm easy, just ask him, and am pretty even-keeled, except for the times when my equilibrium is disturbed or I have to sleep alone for too long: two rings plus money does not necessarily a happy home make. Kindergarten is fucking brutal and even all the more reason to make a real refuge out of these rafters. The trick to parenting is successfully stifling the urge to put a knife to someone asshole kid's throat. Advice that segues rill nicely into:

Humanity's fortune cookie: find someone special and make them less so

My fortune cookie: don't give up on the dreams of your youth, as is your wont to do

His fortune cookie: the answer to the question "which hole will it be tonight (today, this afternoon, etc.)?" is limited only by your imagination