You walked in here, you ruptured pattern.

Are you a writer?

Because I've got a job rhyme meter conceit with our Chris Palin's.

A poem becomes slack.

Then how do you explain Whitman?

But he hated rhyme and meter.

What's your name?

Allen Ginsberg.

Alan and Wonderland.

Alan.

Really?

The Burroughs family is Richard and God.

He looks like a criminal.

There are my boys.

Destroyed the old and build the new literacy literary revolution without writing a word.

Neat trick, Lou.

He is a professor who won't let me go on and let's get rid of them.

What the hell is this?

You don't know.

Soon as you think you do, he'll find someone else.

Jack, Maybe already.

What happened?

You don't know?

He wants my help.

And I don't know if I should give it to him.

He calls you his guardian angel.

That's what he called David.

The police came and took him down to the towns that it's $5000 bail.

Please don't get that man ruined.

My son.

You should have gone to you.

Sent him to me.

Another lover hits the universe.

The circle is broken.