Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

its a weird night

I should have gone out I did and returned early solo driving states and cities of madness passing by, "ya got lots of possibilities!" the thought that echoes through my head and to convince you even more representations of monetary units fly across kitchen tables several feet away. Morning promises the gray "did ye not know that son?" Figs and dates wrapped up in would be leather pouches and sold for pennies "you can get anything in this country for like a dollar man, its amazing." Sometimes i want to cry and dont know why.
In conclusion you balance the budget like so.
Split
slit and slash
pull the curtains back,
ask for the time of day then just hit play