let me quickly seek the tracks if you can bind the bow and sleep it all off then take the train to Constantine, I promise that we will find our way whenever we can, it is better to avenge if you can, better to slip your way down the street than chew your house to pieces and as you know moths have flown into people's ears throughout history bearing the bloody cabinets you open when moving anywhere you thought you'd never be but it's only now that we have the means to remove them in the depths this day we're naming our children after our saints who are our fathers and mothers but only with patience along the peninsula when ears are technology and this all becomes rope-thin, figs are flowers and your good name will live on long after this weird patience bears our bloody wax men following their ears are shapely and extended towards the neighborhoods moving in and about this proximity of family as nowhere else seems to settle the stomach as much as organs identifying themselves at first impression