Straw box coccyx ran for batteries around the block, and I followed. I followed everywhere, inhaled play station in every hale stanchion. Inconsolable verses in the afternoon howl hey stupids in the self-pitying walkman situation. I jumps from block to block with a catamaran under my skin, my fellows, she bellows brilliant five. A posy for patty and a peppermint for Joe; hard to know what pieces go where without the bumpy parts.