And recited many castration-themed poems written by yours truly over a styrofoam cup of Earl Gray tea. Suzy Larooze "dug" them. 'Twas hot. BONNE ANNIVERSAIRE KATIE-LET. The moon, I give thee:
You're giving her the moon?!?? Good god. This has got to be her best birthday ever. I must say, your gift was much more poetic than my sax-y Bill Clinton. So, I simply must ask, how ARE you, Craven? I had you figured for more of a Lady Grey tea sort of person. Who'd of thunk it?
Sax-y. My god. Thank you, Kryz, and all the rest of you. The moon far away looks like it has lovers in it. The moon close up looks like it has bullet holes in it. Just observations.