Fulvia's Farm

   
   "Fulvia's Farm"
   
   She was dirty-blonde, hazel-hued in the soul, and a bit anemic; however, she was kinda/sorta supposed to be--not feeding off of anybody, for that would be uncouth and Grody to the Max, and yes--she liked the television show, THE GOLDBERGS.
   Fulvia adored fast cars and low-key guys with shy smiles, and sometimes, a Quarterback can manifest modesty, being a bit anti-social, though not toxic or dangerous, but aloof to the point of sincere imagination.  
   It was all FARMLAND, Kentucky Colonels in Mark Twain attire, though they blamed Faulkner's white wardrobe for the bourbon-baked chicken, and in Tennessee, at least around here--you can't get chicken livers; thus, beef will do, having both high copper and iron, a sweet synergy of organ meat mix; next--boy, a little black pepper, some Rachael Ray sea salt, and you got the Yankee cuisine of them 1950's, before KIA was generated into selling us cheap shit.  And why don't they forge a fabulous fast car, a sporty 5 speed, old in-line 6 with archaic carb gone 4-barrel, and double double double double pipes, with cowl induction--like might a souped-up Datsun 240 Z be back in Carter's 1970's?
   Oh well, Fulvia craved street racing; otherwise, she wasn't a bad girl, even having a blue unicorn tattoo., but not stamped on her buttocks--for that's just wrong, or so goes common sense from time to time.