satellite transmission.

in the bridge the mancop is emo and the womancop is trauma-detached.

damn, it's nice working with you again. it's nice working with you, too.

do you like bees? i never think of bees. you should. albert einstein said without bees in four years we'll all be dead.

i have to keep affirming the affirmative, my teeth are disintegrating, it's bleak out there. what was the affirmative?

i woke at 8, two hours late, from a dream of riding with a bike pack on a highway going downhill with no breaks. hellow mrs. moon. i had no time to poop, it was raining i forgot my 'puter. now the smoke alarm and fire alarm are going off the fire department gave the all clear.

i'm not being nice, i mean it.

you always treat me the same. i'm grateful. how else would i treat you?

in a world of wonders, what signs?

so you're saying i can just relax? on acid?

the bridge is a character, it's haunting, shit happens on the bridge, the bridge is a connector.

the light from yesterday a bridge today? i think so.

this is a chance, this is a chance, to straiten my convictions.

we keep saying You never know, just as a kind of refrain. we never know What. nothing. we forgot the lyrics. it was just a stupid song.

you treat me like you always do. i really appreciate that.

you're lucky, the emo cop says. she is lucky, lucky she has him.