the third arm

 Hi, hello.

I've noticed that things often come in pairs, round and angular.  I'm thinking ghosts and pieces of toast.

That's all for now.  It's time to get to work.  Have a good day.  Bye.

 There are thirteen fences.  Thirteen of them.  

We climbed over twelve and failed at the last.

Tore our trousers.  Tore our skin.

Thirteen fences in total and we climbed over twelve

Without a problem.

It's nothing about the number, it's just bad luck.

 Rivers and poems

I prefer rivers although

Poems are good too

 Perhaps the whole idea of gods and religions and service and devotion came from lovers loving and then it was taken by broken hearts and twisted into what we see today; a shower of hate cults.

Who said that?  Don't say that.

Oooh!  Why not?

Because I feel so upset.

Oooh.  Upset.

 Ya, just arriving in a memory now.  So much happened, or I thought it did.  At that time all the things I saw and heard resonated with meaning and history.  Now it's not so magical.  

But it could be.

 Shining brightly in a world of darkness, when it was lit up the shining stopped and slunk back into heaven which isn't the heaven you're thinking of, oh no.  It's like a before thing, you know, like a thick gooey soup that's full of wonderful emotions.  Shining shiner feel more comfortable there, no point burning here when all just focused on poop.

Clever interests, shining shiners, come away from what you know.  Third year and fourth year, spinning round and round.  Shining brightly come home, don't leave us all alone.  I'll look, I'll look.

Wouldn't it be good if you left a list?  I'd love to know what music I should listen to now.  Shining brightly, let me know.

Bob Marley.

 Ah! Ha ha! Hee hee.

Wealth is memories and good times with good friends.  That's real wealth.  It's nothing shiny.  It's also a walk near mountains with clouds or no clouds, rain or no rain.  Wealth is you and the world just coming together.  Can you feel it?

Aye.

Hug, hug, hug a tree but don't be late for the performance.

What performance?

The three o'clock.  The one we talked about.  The clover dandelion sputnik theme.

Oh, yes.  I remember.  No, I won't be late.