Hi, do you want me to give, I have. Have you "put in" some other bothered dream? I woke up but it was the end of the poem. I was over flying at the world buildings Having put you in some other phrases I was yrs, stuffed into the world I was having the sort of "couldn’ts” you have.
We were out of that gypsy now. Our chin was tired. The static helmet Throbbed for a dark empty nut. All night we sat in a floppy grip Massaging the darkness into submission.