bernie at the foot of the gang tree freshly primed for a new crown.

despite depression grand mal fatigue and godlike blowhard wind we had a lark with children in ray park.

oh pirates yes they rob us.

i saw twain. he so aloof, act like he don't know me. his da called me mountain man (in flatland i said), he went off, twain pooped, da talked, one social but flat, one flat asocial.