Don’t go out this midweek
morning—there’s an ill wind out that no one will profit from.
Would you rather have a small fish or an empty platter?
Do not speak ill of the weasels, rat fink. My name means wolf in Lithuanian. Feel the pastoral ambience encroach. I will make up to my distressed Republic by kissing the weasel on camera. Tomorrow we might have been married, but liquor has kept us apart.
I don’t know about you, but I’ll miss the evening. I watched birds arpeggio.