The ah, immaturity, it is a hard thing to argue, to grasp, because at its most attractive shade it is in a state of making fun of itself, and so the subtlety is not caught by the outside observer, a prude. A prude cannot grasp shades of humor. Shades of wine maybe, but not shades of humor, because of the rigidity of their lifestyle.
I wish my head was clear and I could actually write. The fog is coming in, captain. The fog. Drop the anchor, but the anchor is cut, the anchor is cut captain, we are undone. We are undone and I am sorry.
Sorrysorrysorrysorry sorry sorry sorry. Sorry is a funny word.
