And I want to read a little series of sonnets.
This is when I actually-- it's a collaboration with Tony.
"My Own Private Stash--
Pretty Good".
"Sailor!
This is not your average sea.
Red has no average.
Crushed and cruised, then return to bluest post-sunset.
Bed velvet lead behind the veil.
Every hour, every fabric textures
for 27 indirect cross tied.
O my wobbly think wobblies sink history.
No, Levelers reveal skilled labelers
reskilled as layerers, multiplied diggers caress
Lesbia's sparrow.
Spread delicate bones, stretch daggeresque wings,
spanned and turned directly under to his-- your left--
my stage right."