Here I am chanting to myself
“please do not call me up to fly on Sunday I wish to lie in bed re-reading Murakami.”
(whose new fictional release I have yet to get my hands on…because it’s yet untranslated)
Also, my bed has me chained in shackles by my ankles and wrists
and just won’t release me, I swear to high heavens it is not by choice.
Impromptu lunch at Loysel’s Toy with some blastards in a while
I still find the title of the place fascinating.
What in the world inspired such a name?
Guess I’ll find out in a bit.
P.S. PLEASE DON’T CALL ME!!!