smokerings

the story behind the "schwang".
because there is a schwang.
schwang-schwang, schwang-schwang.
its the feel of scruffy knees peeking out from a worn grey school skirt, ending in socks and tennis shoes, schwang- schwanging back and forth over the edge of a desk. side to side, aagey peechey. front kick back kick schwang schwang, schwang schwang.
its the feel of the same knees, now covered in pjs, perched on a kitchen counter, kicking against the wooden cabinets below. schwang-boom-schwang. schwang-schwang-boom-schwang.
its not just the knees, actually. the twiggy little lower calves joined at the knee enjoy it immensely, too. love the fall, the kick, the swing, the i-cant-feel-my-feet that comes with it. so they kick out. dhuzh!-schwang-boom-schawng-DHUZH!
the beatles even wrote a song about it.
yellow submarine...
"in the towwwnnn... (schwang schwang) where i was bornnnn (schwang schwang) lived a mannnnn... (schwang schwang) who sailed to seaaa..... (schwang schwang)"

yes. let profundity go to pot. sit back, chill, listen to some beatles... and schwang.