Translation:
Looks like she’ll survive, with or without a brain.
Are you still on your period?
I’m on my way to pick up a bindle.
To Speed or Not to Speed?
I told Adam to come on over,
I wasn’t going
anywhere
then proceeded to fret,
as I did
anytime
he and Lince popped up
together in a single thought,
anyway
I had only this day to make
him remember me, however
I could
I knew it wasn’t a great idea,
flying home, mostly high on
the monster
or crashing fast, the
last tiny remnants of speed
and I
fighting to feel good,
despite what the buzz
had become—
low, that is, so low it
was hard to remember the
best
of it. So of course I chose to