i had to lure him away from the dentist who was closed for business and bones.

we met tinker and betsy by the saloon.

 sunday offering to mister.

 how is it, mister?

yum.

 frost leaf for frontal.

 frosty roll.

 sun reason.

we really don't want to fight anymore.

 they just want to break us down.

 when we sleep the beach is like a dream.

 we wake, the tide recedes, the beach is littered with the jetsam of dreams.

 you are welcome to what you find.

 it's all good luck.

my unicorn, oh,

my unicorn.

 we blur, we merge.

how soon is it now.