9404. YOU'LL THINK ABOUT IT BUT YOU'LL NEVER HEAR ABOUT IT

YOU'LL THINK ABOUT 

IT BUT YOU'LL NEVER 

HEAR ABOUT IT

Like taming traffic or a storm

at sea : lift up your hands to the

Heavens. It's six before six, and 

you have to wonder what that 

means: There's a graft in the

corruption of everything around.

The gentle, mastic, mantle of

this yellow table draws you in.

This little place is colorful then, 

is it not? A new morning will

soon be here.