Oh dear. Yeah, no. Flee. Save yourself.

Poetry isn't my strong suit, but the other problem is if I want to make songs, it would help to have original, not accidentally repurposed, melodies. Which I seem utterly hopeless at.

WHEEEEEE

I have to collect and process data myself . . . I don't think I'm as excited as you . . .

It's a tactical retreat, okay? I said it's tactical!

The luckiest! I can hardly wait to play that role again . . .

How lovely. She looks like if I could reach out and touch her she'd be the softest, warmest, most perfect . . .