A.G.E's Joint

  Green and gold banners Run along the rafters Round six tops await the guests The annual banquet  Parents telling the kids To make them proud And not be the Black Sheep Like the little brother, sitting within earshot A brief introduction The hat is passed Little slips of paper Telling who the Ayes have.

Sign on the road Estate sale, this way Items Merchandise Collected over a lifetime Here today, gone tomorrow They had great taste A watercolor of Coos Bay Next to a piece of driftwood They were One of my kind  

Devil's Quill Headquarters, Arlington VA  Riiiinggg.  Rinnnggg Good Day. Thank you for calling Devils Quill Consulting. The premier source for all things sinful. I'm Betty Bowers. How may I help you? Oh, Mr. Draper. I haven't heard from you in a while. How are things in the depths?  Hot and bothered? Isn't that always true? But it's better than being an ash. So, what's up? Ms. Jezebel is in conference right now. May I take a message? You need some data for a new project called "Live for today". Her plate is pretty full at the moment with this Epstein deal Mr. Nixon came up with. Oh, this is related? OK. Let me see if she can take you... ...Mr. Draper, she can't break free right now, but she did send the database extract this morning under the name "When Eagles Fly".  You got it? Good. Anything else? Have I heard from Sandy Skinner from Wrath? The last I heard, Mr. Beezelbub has him working a beta script test involving the Esau kids, Epic ...

  "Honey? I'm going to Kroger. Do you need anything?" "Pick up some cream and butter. I'm making chicken pie and I'm out." "How about a pie crust?" "Got that from the quiche we made last week. Let me check something. Chicken Broth, check. Canned fried onions, check. Salt...Pepper.." "What if they have 'Fish Heads' on sale?" "I hate that song." "I know. Be back in a sec."

  You have one less bell to answer One less race to run It's nothing what you thought it was A race you never won. It's now the freeway exit The one you knew would come The car has overheated Stuck before the one. 

I wake  What kind of insanity awaits? Another day Another death Another step toward anarchy It is hardwired Ave Maria For a dream That only seems to be that A widow Letter in hand APO marks faded Almost as much as her memory Why are we doing this again?