How did it get so late so soon?
People are weird. When we find someone with weirdness that is compatible with ours, we team up and call it love.
You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grind on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place.
From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.
And when they played they really played. And when they worked they really worked.
I box in yellow Gox box socks.