Hey there, Jerry.
You were once
the name of my
pet rock. This was
very close to a lifetime
ago. Now you are the
very best of all of my
current friends. I’m
wondering, even, how
many of you exist, these
so-called best friends that
I now call out like magic
into what is neither a void
nor not a void. I’d never
avoid you, Jerry, for you
are the very best of my
friends. In fact, you’ve
been as solid as a rock,
more solid than any of those
other lesser friends of mine
(lesser not in importance,
oh, Lisanne and the rest of
my lesser friends - you are
the cream of the crop, the
best of the best, and there
is no word that can make
less of you when it comes to
the importance of friendship
and all of the values and benefits
thereof. But let’s not get carried away here.)
I am sending Jerry up with this
recitative in hopes to, in hopes to,
well, we can discuss what I’m hoping to do
later. Be it known to all that this is meant
as an homage to my great friendship
to my best friends as of this day,
Jerry. Jerry, whose last name I’m
not remembering at the moment.
Perhaps he has many.
not remembering at the moment.
Perhaps he has many.
