And to welcome Her, we're offering a little fire to clarify our need for Her Sizzleship. Olney is a drunkard, Olney is a drunkard. O inspiration, come sit on my knee. Some cool breezes to clear mine thought. And no Muse tonight either, mister.
Nothing going on here but the usual willful decline, let's get that clear.
He looks around the kitchen. The overhead light on, he sees his reflection in the shiny, dark blue wall paint. Jumps up turns the light off, sits down, mumbling. Candles burning down. Little ones for cheap from the Franprix on Rue de l'Eglise.