streets of laredo

I caught the Salmon of Knowledge, pan fried it and paired it with a delicious white wine sauce, but I didn't debone it properly and I choked to death

unconvinced i'll ever find "the vitamin" that makes me all better so i can get real work done but i do expect they'll elucidate whatever my deal was post-mortem, after which what i did manage to accomplish with my life will be regarded on the level of Beethoven composing despite being deaf or Gordon Ramsay cooking despite being british

I should quit my job to pursue a life of meaningless violence

So... Poignant. Declararive. It is a toy. He is allowed to have a toy. Looking back at the player. Not looking back at all. His eyeless gaze expressing everything, nothing. His toy