The seat is warm later on in the nightclub.  Fares form the shocking, pleasant surprise. Over the course of leaves today, the seventh Monday, right off the bat.  That librarian is an **** worker, never sitting down but to smirk.  She is more involved through worry and pushed to demand what she has just caught on to.  Actually she seems to get along with everyone warmly glowing.  Sarah Obviously Upset is out in the cold smoking alley & drawn to the howling smile she wishes she can trust.  You'll never see her but to gaze regularly in reserve because she only sort of grasps him who she adores.  Other than that, to speak of it is merely washing hands with the Overwhelmed.  Beauty & color vision is the average breath of the dependent.  The receptionist is driving home cash & what about me?  You're doing papers you depend on; first week documents huddled in drawers.  He turns to face the stage and suddenly I am in the Eternal Theater again, again & always right There.  He's watching the absurdities & I can never look away.  He's now more than a mask, more than a spirit, more than a memory & now we're all passing through the echoing hall itself.  The theater is the amusement park ride is the skyborn dream & Absolute Lie.  Not a demon but a doorway.