There are insurgencies and now the girls showing their shoulders. Going to have a smoke. See the day moon.
In the Chifforobe, you, in a love poem, write, not knowing I had one. There were small black coats inside.
Maybe you put too much pressure on your leanings, Memorizer. I can see you saying “rehnquist” in boston with one of those goosetree books sticking out you.
I sound like I’m saying everything backwards in this letter.
I’d like to make a list like you do with words that are touching the end of understanding.
As in it is
light when we leave.