i'm getting bored again with myself, lulu. do you mind indulging me? i'll play in a minute.

 i'm deepressed. and it's beyond seasonal.

 it feels like a time of reckoning, without a clue.

 what does it even mean, in this day and age, a time of reckoning?

 weezie use to say, aail, i reckon, when she was lost for words, and i wanted to say what?

what do you reckon? but her reckoner was jesus, and anything that happened was beyond our reckoning.