You've been standing in one place too long and your voice has gone hoarfrost strong, dripping with ice almost nice but **** in that frosty kind of way.

I'm moving the burner to the next turn I get to
you can come along for the ride.

The Monk prays like hell in an eight by four cell
and I do the same,
because
it's not the size that matters.

Sunday
and that time
for lunch.