CHILL DICTATOR SAYS because we all have the same ugly houses and there is no need for competition: Concerns grow more appropriate. You worry about the right thing but I'm pretty thrilled with the free time, myself. Your house is not on fire. Do not beat yourself up about an empty silver bucket.
CHILL DICTATOR SAYS his calculations must be correct or else we will all soon be asking of our dogs questions like 'can you love your suffering?' to paraphrase a song that is right now clicking in my jaw. He is right now with me in the shadow of a small mountain & we govern by what can only be described as a secret kind of committee.
CHILL DICTATOR SAYS remember, before me your guts were made totally of knives. Then I come tell you what to do & your swallowing turns so smooth. That taking away was my gift to the uninsured against worry. Through these mud- tinted times I have seen you & drawn the chillest bath imaginable. I am a line so perfect that the thought to cross me is just totally gone.
CHILL DICTATOR SAYS it's chill, you're choosing this. A dumbness descends just in time: for nothing at all I reckon I could be rid of you. The response is obvious: Well sure you could, but then who's going to pretend not to see you? Not going to recognize the eminence in your meaningfully doffed hat? Who will not be thriving behind your totally perfect line?
CHILL DICTATOR SAYS it is wooden & hollow, this jeans & t-shirt set you laid out for me the night before we laid the foundations of the earth. Again, I don't have a problem with you staying I just don't see why you can't speak to me in my native tongue. Outside, nothing anybody says makes it better.
Tyler Hall lives in Dallas where he waits tables and watches EWTN.
