I write for money and music. Money 1st. It’s in the blood. 
What’s wrong with a billion for two   
circulating in a branch of Chase 
with no memory how it got there? 
 
Otherwise we’re tied up. It’s kind of a slide knot. We have functional emotions, as well as this much-traveled vocabulary of affects. 
To learn something about what you or I mean is to let fine fettle overcome despair and swamp entropy. For a quiet start, take down zero gravity bans. But we don’t keep any larvae. They’re apart. Their cloying song goes out kind of mutely and you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly, accruing intimacy. Hey — 
 
Never stop exploring.  
 
1st up, show us your travel documents!