sympathy for the devil

the rrw never really considered that the rolling stones actually had any sympathy for the devil. just a catchy tune, with an unforgettable lyric about the kennedys. maybe keith richards thought that he was just one more line/pill away from meeting the devil himself, so he had better gain a little favor through chantey. who knows??? yesterday, the rrw got an actual taste of pity for the beast too.
let me preach on it.....
n...n...n...now as i sat at the hunting camp, eating a mighty fine beef and vegetable soup (may i request some vienna sausages next week?), the rrw had a moment of altruism. as we pulled in, i peered at the junkyard next door. locked down tight. but i could see a figure leering through a sheen curtain towards the 20, or so, hunters. now unless the 'heaven's gate cult' was there, in their nikes and purple sashes, awaiting the command to ingest the phenobarbital, because 'do' and 'tek' have finally spotted the space ship, there is no reason for the lock down, or the 60 minute ogling. yes 60 minutes...now the rrw remembers the miss black awareness pageant. i did my fair share of ogling. but let me assure you, not one of the 20 hunters, had the assests of the eventual winner and wife numbe five, laticia brown.
b...b...b...but i digress, back to my benevolence. as we sat and ate, it occured to me that not one of the hunters noticed the unwanted surveillance. infact, none of the hunters even mentioned the grim pair. there was only good hearted laughter, filled with some good brotherly vibes. sure, everyone there had a bond through hunting, but hunting is only a small part of their life. you see, these people are friends outside of the hunting camp, and needless to say, these individuals would enjoy getting together whether there was hunting involved or not. this is where the pity set in. i thought about the 'stalkers' across the road, and i couldn't imagine having nothing in my life, nothing other than hatred for the joyful. i couldn't imagine waisting an hour of my life, trying to embelish some action into a criminal act. i wondered, if i walked to the front door and offered a hug and bowl of soup, would that melt some of the cold, cold ice? then i thought about my brother ike's near death experience. (and he isn't nearly as handsome as the rrw) i then thought about how much i treasured my anal virginity, and decided we'd just pray for them at the revival.....
peace out!