The day after is entirely different...

The day after is entirely different than the day before just as an astronaut is different after blast-off. He may become holy he may crave horribly a gin fizz. Sharp implements must be taken away. In the season of rote swans stand and strut across the lake like menacing hats. The leaves agitate and spin like the heart of my friend who formerly again has lost the girl he likes Monday he didn't know, quaffing at the bar. Today he knows. Word ensues from downstate she wants her squat It is difficult moving a squat ...