(hair-pen tern) my accidental friends...
both of them reading palm pilots (gaming mostly) and then here on the company laptop (wifi-broadband) "surfing" its all the same because then the phone rings its another one of us needing help with his big machine but i lie to him and tell him we've just been shot down in cold blood he laughs we laughs it's disturbing (even w/ the s) but everyone seems to know when the lie and the violence of a bird will spring dumb wild feathers in our mouths tongues across the stolid brown seas
