Dryjacket You're Welcome
You're the first one in, I'm the first one out. Twenty feet northwest burning a cigarette with conversation and a faded tone. Well, I figured that much. I expected that much from you but not from me. You're another “never again” so just stand back as far as you can. You took photographs that you won't show me from the basement stairs. We've been talking now it's 9:00 A.M. dear, are we staying here? Our sleep arrangements are overlapping. Kathleen, should they make a monument? But she left it back inside. I started erasing a notebook worth reading twice. A hundred lines separately conveying a message concealing truth. Should they make a monument of stone?