WHAT THE NEWSGIRL DROVE
(leather and coffee and gold)
'True judicial mourning now covers
the waxwood flooring, as even the
Magistrate's robe does shine.'
I was picking up identities
like dollar bills...
The manual said 'Rejection' but I
could never just accept that and
walk away. Instead, like some
dated Elvis-inspired belt buckle
of gold, I remained in place and
thought about staying.
'It's easy, you know, if the future
is forever - that which leads, that
which stretches out ahead of us.'
'But what changes?' I asked in reply,
'those things we never know until they
happen?' The newsgirl drove by in
a white cabriolet. Her name was Johanna
Frederici, and she came from another
land; clearly a place of leather and
coffee and gold. Leather and
coffee and gold.
(leather and coffee and gold)
'True judicial mourning now covers
the waxwood flooring, as even the
Magistrate's robe does shine.'
I was picking up identities
like dollar bills...
The manual said 'Rejection' but I
could never just accept that and
walk away. Instead, like some
dated Elvis-inspired belt buckle
of gold, I remained in place and
thought about staying.
'It's easy, you know, if the future
is forever - that which leads, that
which stretches out ahead of us.'
'But what changes?' I asked in reply,
'those things we never know until they
happen?' The newsgirl drove by in
a white cabriolet. Her name was Johanna
Frederici, and she came from another
land; clearly a place of leather and
coffee and gold. Leather and
coffee and gold.
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