PANK SOON
On the weekends I am a lump of pillows. On the weekends my clothing is made entirely of flannel. You say YOU ARE A WHOLE NEW THING WHEN YOU WALK OUTSIDE. You say THE THINGS YOU OWN ARE BECOMING PIECES OF YOUR HEART and when I fall into a couch made of worry you believe that I am going to be okay for a few days. Back at the storefront the windows are still shining. You say WE COULD BUILD AN OFFICE IN THE BACK. My dog is drooling a bit, my dog is doing everything I would do if I didn’t have to finish building nothing out of a new language.
