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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