if u hate bitches, just skip this part.

it is raining as ever save for brief exstatic piercings of light that make you wanna believe in cupid and sol not lewitt. and i'm in my forkin' toe shoes and stiff new levis still makin' my legs blue. and i see in the cave of my shadowed mind the tinkling chandelier in my slummy vestibule dripping dripping dripping.
at least 3 walks were dry, i shoulda started with that . ok i dawdle, i digress, dang me, i goat a walk the boy.