Can’t say what happened that day but I know we slept because there was a whole mattress to lie on.

The mime sequence where I speak out was spoofy. More, there was a moderator from a board of modulation. Same as I carry cash and deal with the cops but I’m no killer. Lack instinct. Sir.

Many of what we call instincts interact with musty dynamics eventually. More than musty, foul as in apres-euphoria.
A dancing lawman gets more attention now so

I keep hammering a poem is a cat meow ten times more.