Such a long time since I last saw you! Dreamwise and re-alit-y wise.
There is no reality within you or among ourselves, though.
Anyway lot attempting to throw a whatnot gathering, seated at those white-crist table clothed tables that
they probably use in collecting ballots
in the countryside, on a Sunday after noon next to the fair and the ferris wheels and the country fair
bits of red and blue confetti falling through the clouds and your hair
Anyway you stormed us up a feast, tweaking this bit and that
bit with your usual, cunningly-sharp sharp senses
I wish you had feelers, because then you could be a
silver metallic bug when you don't want to work anymore and crawl under a flyer and just
dream.
Anyway one very classy friend of mine was doing something very not classy and the room
erupted into bits of gigglish-tickilish laughter and I laughed too
You were nowhere to be seen otherwise, and I assumed you were in the kitchen trying to do something
nice to your already prepared extravaganza of dishes
something usually not necessary.
Anyway
