Will you write a book with me; it can be about whatever we want the state of the economy the stories people tell about the nation-state a bloodless analysis of poetry There are so many ways to put words in order and it's you and me, baby, going to commit these things to crime and memory against which there can stand no argument with our royal we Sink into a chair and have a scotch for the world turns not matter the clock that's a soapy way to see and we will share our lenses mass customization of glass Stain a page, let's get started the quantity turns to quality with another cup of coffee and a good night's rest put it not to the analysts, that's us When all is said and done, we will retire on the royalties and write for fun as if that wasn't what we were doing all this time