Fanning Flies and Telling Lies......

Sitting, standing, or laying down under the big oak tree is where it all goes down. All the finest lies of some sort gets told here. Old souls get refurbished under the shades of leaves that desperately wait for the next words. 1000-degree heat weather has no comparison to the freezing conversations had by the self-appointed board members. Each story getting more outlandish than the other. The flies that rest on the tongue of crap talkers verify  the shade that is being thrown. The database this big ole tree has are roots of connected cables that enrich only those who partake of frivolous convo. Never had eyes so shut that saw the great branches extend into the morning light moonlighting as facts. But hey this is where anyone can come and maybe fan a fly or tell a lie. Sitting, standing or laying down under the big oak tree is where it goes down.

Sharafettte B.