Welcome To My Life, Tattoo

Tattoo was blasted to bits as the incoming subterfuge proved too much for his tiny frame. Along the way some commander had always told him to mind his shoes, and these jutted forthright like the feted birthright of a man too soon shambled. Equivocally or at least on time, each 33 1/3 revolution yields one more circular slice of the dominus pie. There are many spins which attribute to this, not the least of which are some of the so-called prog rock genre in that telling the story as the weaving of many baskets results in a finer interpretation of such discerning material by Kansas, Rush, Yes and all of its splinter parts and subjugations, and Howe. All I’m really saying here is that the Who knew; Horton Heat heard it; and Mark Heard sold it on a different level. How is this not obvious?