The opposite of a waffle...

is hey everybody, more in your fucking face; because we go from cut-offs and the ditches not taken, to cars to cars and poles, direct hit no survivor bombscrays; slaves for everyone(but the slaves masters), and breakings worse than the olde kings quarterings, the breaking by inches from the "what do I do?" crush of every day and all the minutes in between slow time to where'd it go fast time, to space time, when you're living the life behind the eyelids that is also you; but what do we know from us, ourselves, and the wheezes; all we know is it hurts so bad and even the best of the best, for fading or leaving. My name is Situation Normal, pleased to meet you, long time fan, first time fawner; I have some property you're going to just fall in love with in Shoshone, California..