Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Success in Circuit lies
When I was a student at Yale, there was a night. One heady night.
He fears they joggle the mind.
then, yes.
keeping up his office here.
I bet it warms up.
I'll do it.
How is your head?
Your hair.
Dirge. I love that one.
Try to rest.
Good. He's here.
I'm sitting for him today.
You're all peaked and ashen.
Thank you, Mother.
What about leeches?
that there is no end in nature,
So, you read a lot of poetry?
About me not being sick.
Austin.
And your vision?
I finished it.
What are you trying to say?
From up there?
I understand.
Solemn oath.
My poor child.
I feel like you are reciting my own thoughts.
and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me...
I'm a writer.