in watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. i'll tell you about it because i am here and you are

distant.

our lives we have carefully constructed from watermelon sugar and then travelled to the length of our dreams, along roads

lined with pines and stones. i have a bed, a chair, a table and a large chest that i keep my things in. i have a lantern

that burns watermelontrout oil at night. that is something else. i'll tell you about it later. i have a gentle life.

such a beauty. listen.