rhetoricpig

Here's Sammy Davis Jr.'s Up, Up, and Away. Ugh, I love this song. I think the one-eyed man should hold the throne over Dean, Frank, Mel Torme, Tom Jones, and (dogsh!t) Tony Bennet. He's a hep cat, one of the few that can use such words as 'hep' or 'daddio' without immediately transforming his composition into some sort of bloody clown-car pileup. He reminds me of a friction table. They are these long tables that are in physics labs that try their damndest to eliminate friction, think of a super-airhockey table. Sammy D, just like a frictionless table, exists, so he's probably not a supernatural phenomenon. I am encountering a deep unwillingness to elucidate or clarify anymore. So later home-skillet.