Some prose for peepers We've moved on to outtakes. Get with the caresses coming from the very air and seats beneath you. The ceiling of your theater holding you in oh so snugly with logical precision. At least that's the train I ride whenever I see him live. What about you? Does he stroke your innards with his notes? He does, he does, oh how he does for me. I am made to please. I am made to be stubborn. I am a little ewe after all, lest you forget. #ourimpossiblelove













