there go the thoughts
blah blah ginger altruism acting somewhat selfishing ly fishing upstream to the river with the trout. The sips of beer on the patio door of fly kitchen restaurantueir dman the man with the drumset and ripped sleves. How he rocks the cradle and rolls the dough for the preztles and the kolache baked in floured caked steam press engine. Tonto indian paisley bow tie necked in the dark dismal attic of the toychest dust. Slow down to the wayside we go.