in this context, we are rednecks for free association.  we worship the male witness of the bone burying dog.  we wander from working televisions to say amen and to call it typical the baby’s behavior.  god is a perfectionist.  fasting a weight class.  we have each of us a bad hand briefly that drops a baseball.  our bald spots pass as bite marks beneath squirrels in the priesthood of sleep.  there’s meat but we’ve had better.