Pace. Echo. Pace. Alright, let's go:
Shiner. Shiner. Some things don't heal up. Some things don't wheel up. We walk on air and then get up. To Hawaii and Pittsburgh. To New York and then sand dust. To the dunes, then the Pacific, to the lakes and then soft shoals. To the swamps and the trees, to the trails and cement. To never never lands and the houses that meant. Everything's lost. Everything's good and then gone. Everything's looking like 21 and two aces and ten grenades with a spare clip and then gone. Everything's ice and then boss. Everything's numbers and then bomb. Everything's looking like a thing and then not and while it takes a minute to be about it along it comes up real short at the cost and accountant is looking like we about the bounce and a toss and instead what we got is the witch and the flame and across the game is a cross up in white light blue name and the trough is full with somebodies blood and there's a body on the ground and no one can spot that outlines name. Damnit. Shiner.
