Nothing so serene it soothes

Lately I've been internalizing things. Whether this is good or not, the verdict's still out. Welcome home Patti Her! We'll get the work done but we'll use the slow turn...
Good surprises are always welcome, believe me -- I'm unsettled by a few things and baby, and you ain't an unsettler... perhaps a victim of my internalization (but like Orlando Folgar says, "Ask questions") and that ain't necessarily a bad thing; it's a comfort thing.
Tomorrow night, the suicide's gonna keep it on the upswing till the phoenix's return; even C. Rupes claims he's gonna ride the whole whip [fret not Sara, we'll take good care of him and keep him properly hydrated]. From Downtown Magic City to the coast off Ft. La-dee-duh to the marsh stomp clear across the Redlands! We're gonna reduce like a bad soup to grunts and perhaps a glorious return of the d-dial and notations on husbandry.
I like the tunes Jose makes on his PC. I like keeping the pavement out of my mouth. I like me a good pen. I like liquid friends. I like the World Cup. But mostly, I like good eats.