The Breaking Up Of A Bastard

Ink to me. They'll never forget, but real estate slates beckon. See you in Seattle. Falling for coffee and video poker things I won't go into. Yes, said just like that. Mommy stay off of the boats and away from those boys know when to gun it. Not like boom like gone and yes, always have been, translators come hard here. I miss the sound of pinging insulators, big glass cones reflecting the heat warped doppler bounce of tonnage bound for the coast and back again; rocks tanks cars chemicals and grains; billions of tiny engraven indentions.