Full employment. Fully refrained.
We like new taps on the shoulder in a way when they leave imprints. How I graduated from this shame, this ceaseless loss of pride

in the going battle between the sexes? (The rich won.)

Can you place our names? Or I’ll trade you. I have a canoe for an alter-ego, asides and decorative indeterminacy. With various hats, I’m reaching out to anticipate mind control as disingenuous.