March days return with their covert light, and huge fish swim through the sky, vague earthly vapours progress in secret, things slip to silence one by one. Through fortuity, at this crisis of errant skies, you reunite the lives of the sea to that of fire, grey lurchings of the ship of winter to the form that love carved in the guitar.
Bravo, road departments, bravo. Kelly's downfall. Number fest. Looking like idiots. Shoveling the walk. The late Mary Morgan. U.S. Government products. Don't forget your booties 'cause it's cold out there today. Reasonable sentencing. Big fish and little seas. A waste of crayons. This is your voice, Athens, cherish it.