Move It On Over.
I throw the book to make a skyway.
Why antagonize strangers?
I owe you nothing.
And an omelet made of kimchi fried rice
from the special place which has at least two other names.
I hate it here.
I think my arm blood is going solid and will splay it off.
The hospital and the sturgeon bill separately.
That's a form of intimacy.
People will worry.
That's the cost of a defunct public scene.
I can believe mom didn't leave a will.
She always wanted me and Eddie to work bilingually with French
and New York lawyers.
What's life without constraints?
An airplane crossword without clues.
Put F everywhere.
Now tell everyone on the caterpillar ride
we call the M train you wrote this without stopping.