"and where are you tonite sweet marie?"

i am thinking of marie tonite...an old lover, you ask...no, sweet marie, waiting up with the light on in the old towne, is not my lover or my mother...she lives in the towne with no name...the towne of sorrows, and remembrance...the towne where we would shuffle in at four in the morning and ask for anything from pancakes to the schwann man's head, and would receive our request in abundance...she would jolt herself awake, and perform the duties she was put on this earth to carry out...without question or thought, and she still does to this day...man, she is all that is left of home...yeah, i know all you savages have no concept of home, and scoff at my reminiscences...but hell, i dont care what you think...when we all fully contemplate the true reality between the ever changing environment of gnomes guzzling cooking sherry for sustenance, and the solid recollection of existence before time, we end up where we begin...in leo and marie's kitchen, frying up a lifetime...drinking down an eternity...