Patience.

A million names and a million accounts, all so confusing, without adding birds of carrion into the mix, my dearest love, but don't go yet.

And we both know now. I at least know, and stay true to us (even if there isn't an "us" and it all seems bleak and barren. It's not.

Let the uncouth dogs bark, I say, for they know no other truth than to lick their testicles. They'll tire or not, that's not my problem.

I remain, on HW, Saturdays, 7-9. Only a little patience and we'll get there. We will.