he didnt like suits or suitsmade
no bones about it
frankly his demeanor accompanying
his words could easily be described as rancor
Colour
Me Rancor Face
like Johns Razor Face though not necessarily anyones old friend
he infrequently made friend was fond of
acquaintancesmaking acquaintances they wouldnt
take up his time he wouldnt let them
You don’t like suits.
Not either
Not either . . you confuse me;
either?
Yes
I’ll need more than yes.
Not ifya think about it if you
quiet your confusion
Ya can do that Take a breath Whawould I call a suit
she knitted her brow
little could
diminish her attractiveness her
countenance tended darkly her expression quietly malevolent she put people offthey thought she didnt like
them they were wrong she didnt think of them
they were cut of the same
clothtwo peas in a pod
Whawould I call a suit
Youd call a suit a suit, a suit
of clothes.
Yes
An . . . an you’d call . . aaw, a
stuffed suit . someone who dare tried to lord over youNOT happening.
Dig your enthusiasm I knew you
knewnever had a doubt in my mind
Why were friends
Why I’m having an affair with a
friend.
Yes we are
the only friend he would
2146, Day-between-Two-Ts, 12 1.
22
dreamed affair with a friend 0800,
Monday, 24 1. 22
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