Rusty. Worse.

How much repair do I have to do? And where do I begin?

Where do I find myself?

Again and again and again.

here

Here.

So we begin.

Again, and again, and again.

You and I. You and I.

I don't know how to be here.

Rusty.       Worse.

Let me type you a sentence of logic and numbers and statistical significance I don't know how to find. Let's cite it and grant it pleasedon'tlistentomyscream don't ask me if I am okay if I can explain to you the logic model the date of the exam whether you should join the military. Hear me, here me, hear me now, I want the novels full of poetry on the bank of the lake, above the door reads:

"You are the hope of the world."

I don't know how to be here.

But I think it starts like this.

Again and again and again.