Happiness is the crotch rot coming under control. Happiness is that charming little creaking noise the rack makes during the first turn. Happiness is the skin peeling off in large, satisfying sheets. Happiness is bouncing the rubble. Happiness is keeping the shelter door cracked open a little bit, just to keep things interesting.
Happiness is a lead pipe.
Because love is my bottom line. Jeff Vogel Scorched Earth Party A poem about a defective product that was difficult to recall. On a Jarvik-7, lad. But the heart missed scarce a beat. By night instead of sleeping And dreaming pleasant dreams, You'll listen to the beeping Of the life support machines.