OMG WTF IS THIS /does not know whether to laugh or cry
TOO MANY PRETTY PEOPLE IN THE LAST FEW HOURS. This cannot be doing good things to my ego here.
I would steal horses for you, if there were any left, give a dozen of the best to your father, the auto mechanic in the small town where you were born and where he will die in the dark. I am afraid of his hands, which have rebuilt more of the small parts of this world than I ever will. I would offer my sovereignty, take every promise as your final lie, the last point before we start refusing the exact. I would wrap us both in old blankets hold every disease tight against our skin.