Goodnight, mo.
I am wearing underwear.
I am the CEO of 500 fortune 500 countries.

                 If his head is crunchy and her genitals (and all of her internal reproductive organs (the function of Life (her whole human body) is to reproduce itself)) are as soft and smooth as warm, pure water, then I can relax at 4:38 pm, while Dinosaur Jr. plays from the car speakers, broadcast by KUTX, as I am leaving Bastrop, TX, driving my mom's car back to my apartment in Austin; my mother and I are going to a Thai restaurant to meet family to acknowledge my brother Patrick's 33rd birthday; it's election night, 2016, and I'm watching Live NBC coverage on Youtube on my TV and listening to the album Acapulco by Cribshitter, and I drank 2 mugs of Malbec; OK, now I'm done.