goodnight and i would come over and i would be with you in all my days and dream of you in my endless sleepless nights while i labor over finance and this hole i've dug for myself as this shit hits the fan and i'm no longer an acceptable human being only slug on earth with grains of salt the flat earth of the great salt lake granulated in graciousness with poise and grace and always with pride never caffiene but enthusiasm and pride not lonely but alone