I've put my teeth to bed.
shortly, I'll follow them.
I have this great
emptiness in my head.
If the wind will not serve, take to the oars.
making her crazy, his prime directive.
but she made him dizzy;
then, redirected his prime directive,
making him her boy toy.
and this is where things get sketchy:
she saw him coming and going.
but she liked him better went.
so he got right up and got went.
she sends him a weekly check
making sure he stays good and went.