placing one shoe on each page. It’s kind of cold.
Some books I don’t understand. So I drink.
Here comes the trash man. It’s a lovely day.
I can try to answer your questions. I’m on number 4.
I’m still cold and I can hear the Playstation 3
breathing. Sirens above automobiles. Doves,
motorcycles and eucalyptus branches swing.
Reading bad books is okay for the patient.
Everything is a truism. The coffee gets cold.
It’s work. Moss takes over. Some final questions?
I couldn’t see you because of the horndogs of
inevitability. See, I’m quoting myself. The
confused pigeons walking around concreted azaleas.
STOP
I’ve already done
comfortable.
