I know that you get tired of me,
but that's alright.
My tongue lays dead in my mouth
a reflection on a pond.
Have you missed Him? Has you a bucket? Walrrie says Purp's heard not one single thing on the AOL IMing virtual space-chat place. Have you read anything (novels)? I mean, lately? Whole retinal chunks of life go missing -- making holes, as it were -- and the world turns more. And so what? I used to walk by His house everyday, until He moved. Sometimes to Rockafish or Ming Garden, more often than not to points south (where projected images aid escape). Now He runs every other day. Now He works. And but so anyway now Our Man returns for a brief visit. Dudes Roll.