How long will you bounce off the walls
of meta jail?
Making small talk in the yard?
Yes, it's going good.
Everybody talks. Eventually.
I know.
I didn't ask.
I know.
Eleven years is a long time, bun.
I know, but you think you can steal from me.
Knowing that I didn't know stealing was wrong?
Knowing there was nothing much I could really do
about it? Knowing no recourse?
Knowing no source of my own?
Knowing there was only one power plant
shoving off the juice then?
Knowing I couldn't see an open door
if I stumbled into it?
Eleven years is a long time.
Fuck you, it is. It is and I know.
I haven't forgotten.
Memory is long.
Haven't you a cassette you'd like to play. The stereo is
the same. Let's have some music.
Let's have some music. I would love nothing less.
A little Bach, prehaps prehaps?
I've always been a fan.
