Outis

Have you ever laid eyes on me before, Mr. Green? Have I ever laid a hand on you? Have you ever allowed me the pleasure of holding your hand? Isn't this awful, but wasn't that pleasant? Aren't things now better than they once were? Haven't we gone a great distance, our pockets filled with candy and change? I noticed that your fingers are crossed under the table. I wonder at your moods, your frenzies. Here sits a swing. Here lies the general audience. These seats are reserved for the idea that changed everything. The design of the ceiling is also a map of the known universe. The floor has been sanded twice this morning. I would love to have you over, but when? I'd love another drink, but it's getting late and I have to drive. Things seem to be going well but it's hard to tell. I'll call you later when I'm home, but I may have to stick around here for a few hours. Leave a note on the fridge, leave a message on my machine, send me a text, I'll write you an email.