Stay outa the way of a big tuff guy

Danger is my calling and the phone line is often busy. When the moon calls--it gets my forwarded address. Can dreams slumber? Can they awaken? Why are my sandwiches often dry and crusty? Nap time ladies. Nap time. The evening brings a change of temperature and change for the bills. Paper becomes iron and the muddied past, crystal. Sometimes a moment returns, exchanged for a tinge of pride. Sometimes the pride is disgust. Nightly, one becomes corn flakes, tried again for the first time. In any court and in any hearing one must question the authority of the judge. One must.