Spongewalls wail

Surrounded by memories of being here with Bit and her friends and still they come here and still their laughter echoes into the walls the mirrors the pacific whales passing
scooping up shrimp like the seafood cigars in my plate, the foiled mushrooms and asparagus inventing reasons not to tell those nosey humans about how they become conscious at just the right temperature. Only love and affection need apply.