i saw blixa from across the street plop down in the cool breeze by the tall corner in the shade of a tree. blixa saw mister and popped up to sniff him all over. blixa's dad is defending his 11 year dissertation. nerves. i say that's my lucky number, i say i'm sure it'll be fine, unless you been wasting a hella lotta time. mister says blixa my dog, where you been? i been defending my dissertation- him.