My lucky card. My limousine. So, what is the word? I've learned that the word can be no more specific than a name. One deceitfully simple name. Yet all the gods in the world have nothing on this name. My lucky card. My limousine. I vacation in Heaven. And I take myself there in a car. A living angel sleeps on my furniture, and his body flinches in response to dreams. I saw it with my own two eyes. Like I see the sun and moon. Horus spoke softly.
Whatever tacked-on mouth you had. Forget it. There will be no more storming. We walked through the school. We walked through the cemetery. We've already witnessed life and death. I can no longer fear either condition.