Cheered

I think that the bag is a good idea.

You are in self-control.

You put it over your head and take a deep breathe.

I do sympathize with you.

It’s a weighted Elephant.

While diligently producing new work, we talk.

I’m totally blocked, death of a shallow man, dismembered bartender.

Failure.

Lets have a literary chat.

Littered through our travel.

Leave it all on the nearest coffee table.

Form Letter.

You win.

Struggled.

Dreams.

Going as high as I can go, I’ve gone as far as I can go.

Waitress.

People are served.

Smug little nose.