We have our own gangs because I relish lyricism mounting a central stairway. T suggests a quick detour. A couple pass. There’s been vintage aversion, around a corner sirens and haters. Sunshine starts to feel like a slap in the face. Milling around is jammed.

I’d be lying if I said you and I had no prankster tendencies.

Tossing water balloons across the typing pool ..
                  the pool is empty now.

For you, learning about how to learn is important — playskills you need when you buckle under sportswriting. Yes, fan, you sick typist-inside.
You and I are followers, waking in hazy brightness and .. apologies for blunt geometric scrims..

Wait — I get wind in the space of a game day .. followers like us can be transformed! views down hallways into stairs cut apart and fronted with music of our choosing and making.

One apiece.