I was talking to Copernicus the other day. Alright? Why are you telling me this? I don’t care, I just don’t care. We built a new stone bridge, blue and John blue and made of stone and hope. You can fish off of it, but I’ll cut your line. Don’t fish off of my bridge, you sleazy bastard. Milk melters and silver coins, and the pouch made of sweet summer silk. And pink and beautiful and silky smooth like the OK disco-ball that reflects that ugly grin and reflects something else too. An embrace and a wink of the eye or the eyes and don’t look away, don’t you dare. And the smell of orchids, or grass? I wish it wasn’t. And a beautiful dress tailored to you. And you dance, dance, dance.
I’d buy you a drink but I’ve spent all of my money on briefcases. And a pocket watch with an engraving of the mayor’s face. I tore the hands off the face of the watch, I don’t really care. I’m going to kiss you. Just kidding, don’t tell me what to do. I’m a Solemn Steve, and I do as I please. Hello, hello there, Johnny Sleeve. See you later, Oleana. Just kidding?
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