Let's be ever full with often and so much and so's, Make us Lord Plumbing and make us whole, Make us absent to make us Brooklyner or absenter of even more, Make us warm in our winter's doubt, per nod, Make us blind in the Eyes of Spektakulet Undunst, below these simple rational dim pieces of shit... Stanley’s a caveman of rigid thought. His shoes are tight and his brown shirt rides over the hairy ball that’s his belly. Stanley is stern. The son of Monstre; he has fixations that Monstre should also be himself. Stanley can’t help this faith or the properties of such actions where the outcome of measuring such things will begat the old, the neutral or profoundly girl. But then Stanley’s found performing social science research on a sandwich from his pocket and he's sent straight to Afterfollow and then down to Glory Hollow. All he can say is, “it's been something like the economics of this for awhile.” At Glory Hollow, Pree thinks of him as fish-like or hammer du...