that hat looks alright on you but it looked better on Joyce you don’t wear it with the same ease or gentle bend of the neck you look like an idiot in it it’s really too bad though i think i’d look great what a waste of a fine hat what a waste of a fine young man another one lost to the trials of imprecision debate moral quandary and the occasional unrelated mass suicide accompanied by a drum circle and a rush of cracked pepper in perfect alignment with a fluttering ghost of a thought resting between the canvas and the hairline and some neatly trimmed brows and dark dark eyes fogged over over over over over over over over over brimming with doomsaid joy and a hunter’s pace a crawling blue iris left fist over fist over fist over fist over over fist over fist over fist over over
