November 9, 2016
I'll cover you, love. When the sky is the decaying dog, I'll cover you. All the elements in synch, by value of their commission, to the degree they may collude, I will lend myself, the emissary of their heart, which exists in vitro of an unseen fluid, to you. For you are the engine of my new life, emanating from a touch I never anticipated; as the dog was clear, I was to be alone. Such was the decree I tacked to my gut, so I can't communicate as well as I'd like to the dog. I eat alot consequently.