Wednesday, September 30, 2015

I LIKE IT OUT HERE WHEN THE SUN GETS ALL SOFT

I like it out here when the sun gets all soft and the red terracotta things on the roof glow a little and the cheeping of the birds is inquisitive. They ask me, "Richie, do you want some corn on the cob? Is that what you want? We aren't going to go and get you any either way, but we are interested in what you want. You fascinate us." And I say, "I'm not surprised, Birds, I am pretty fascinating. What with my furry slippers and lolling about".

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