Bangers typing letters on plaid rugs. Where is the chair that sits on the table? Why do I have nothing to say where saying nothing is not considered a good way to say something? Goo is as goo does. Does what, is a good question for which I have no answer. I write to put words, mushed together on the tables of life, before you so you may understand that what I offer is not something interesting or even acceptable, but something that rolls with what is in the tootsie of your beings. Down, down he heads where he goes nobody will tell.