Why do you laugh at the darkest things?

Cuz the mans got a black sense of humour

You do.  wrinkled her brow

Jahwell

           Eventually you come around

Give a snicker

Because you’re relentlessusually not givin’ up on a joke until I . .

. . See the glintthe glimmer of  funny

Treadin in his footprints

    Footprints?

                     What are you talking about?

Gawd

        Hes ruthless dark ruthless funny

A funny man

God?

Lincoln in the Bardo whenever wants to say Bardot  Brigitte you know Buddhist thought holding cell between life an rebirth  Recent book by George Saunders

Captain William Prince dead  hung out to dry

                                                   But He who preserves or destroys by his Whim saw fit to preserve me to rite these lines to you

Wife of my heart laura laura

    Reminding you

                      He who preserves and destroys by his Whim

Whas a whim other than to humour Him

                                            Lacks reasonable serious explanation

Pulls it out of His   His . .

. . You wanna to say it. glimmer of a grin coming to light

Jah  His ass

                  Humours spontaneous sudden   Capricious  Nice word

You stay right where you are

                                She know your  pretty  words

Not like youse

Then save it

Stay on track

You start runnin at the mouth bout fishhooks youll throw her

Yathink

We woudnt say otherwise  We know

 

His ass.

            My God . . . the way you think.

Funny   Huh

    Kinda funny.

                      An acquired taste.

Didnt take you long

You have redeeming qualities.

I do

       Do say

Some other time, babe, another time.

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