(I just couldn’t help myself with that machine prompt, Ben! Thanks so much for this weekend! RV)
Debug Jacque Cousteau,
I noticed tonight when the sittings rang outside, that the crags took up the chum. I’m dumbfounded when it comes to parroting others. I’m too much more like lesions- find the clink, divorce into the seance, one after another. Aah.. the comment of the ode.
Which brings me to another partnership of this, which is to say, are we still involved? I’m honest, as always, about belly in close proximity to you in those underwater doggies. And that projection, and the weathercock you offered yourself. So gently. I was always moved by your communion and your lumberjack of yogurt. And cuddles. Know what I mean, jellybean?
I look forward to our next, Baboon.