. . . as their best friend telephone
rambling continued
Listen man, you’re killing my
wife.
Howstha
Got you on speaker phone.
Shame on you youre killin her
You know when I’m on the phone I’m
on speaker.
As do I but theres no one here to
overhear us an as you know stoned Im off the rails
Rails? As if ever as she can
hear.
Shell learn hold onto your
panties baby no idea where were goin
Yawanna lead
Hey now. You called me. Ball’s in your
court.
Exactly Exactly
Curious you mention court
How’s that?
Im listenin been listenin to your long response time The pregnant
pauses
Why yanot say
Say what?
Yare stoned
I am.
Brisk There ya go
Court time
Court
time?
Balls in my court
Oh. Yeah.
What of it?
Were transcendent
Transcendent?
Above an beyond the normal the mere
physical human experience
In a
word Exceptional
We oughta embrace the
notion
Edify our shoot from the hip whimsyness
I ain’t shooting. You’re whimsy. We’re
high. What’s to embrace?
The answer ya provided
Answer? What the hell.
What was the
question?
Court
Court?
The balls in
I don’t know what the hell your
talkin’ about.
Wha Ive been sayin
What you’ve been saying ain’t
makin’ sense to me.
Ya hit the nail on the head
Would you just say? You’re killin’
me.
Baby Am I killin you too
I’m not listening.
she was off somewhere in the room
Court Transcendent Exceptional
And?
Christ
What?
Royalty
What?
Your Highness
What?
Your Highness
Repeating it tells me nothing.
Hey now Says everything
Think on it Wifey can help shes heard plenty
Later
he didnt feel bad hangin up onim can lead a horse to water but cant makeem
drink
1707, Saturday,
16 11. 24
0934, Monday,
18 11. 24
Santana (ft. Everlast) Put Your Lights On https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nJ3Yb2L2838
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