Lovin w/out a Bun in the Ovin

I begin with the moment I am in.  See what I see, and I avail myself of all assailents.  I come to a thesis, and break it into breadcrumbs of thoughts and emotions.  Football is the emoticon that is at a fever pitch today.  Pulling at my shirt tails is the alien Randy and the newbie Colin.  Questions, but armed with abusive answers my way.  Why do you ask, if you just want to move the heaven and stars to actually lose everything?  Years of crack, has weakened your back, Mr. Moss.  Just play in your mind as if you were in those youthful days.  In imagery, it may come through, but you must BELIEVE that it is possible.  Your leader wearing my favorite number, 7, is putting his energy into inferring and creating a football suicide bomber network.  I don't know if he has done the math that they will then be dead and not in the NFL.  What does a 4.0 GPA at that CA H.S. mean anyway?  Listen to some GODSMACK, baby before you go through that tunnel, and stop letting people touch your ass pregame.  The music I find interesting in this moment is Rascal Flatts.  Get the Greatest Hits #1 tonight on itunes Randy.  Turn away from AZ Cardinals.  Be your own man on game day.  No more coked up interviews.