So they will preach it and nervously say- that to hold a place is to feel the mess of undeniable torpedo-like atrophy of mind Make maddeningly suggestive sense Of itself

“Time, please people!!” For the clocks have taken shock absorbent stock awhile all barflies smiles distantly dry.. their eyes RIGHT(the wrong way) out

Those Oldenday wornDown conversations STEEPED AND miraculously amounted to ((DAMN NEAR)) n-o-t-h-i-n-g: but for alcohol-Fuelled dreams… …

and, SO IT SEEMS, “tHaT iS eNtIrElY okay!!”