aliceisalive
An image that is brought to mind is a church. Blasphemous place it is.
You are my alibi. Always, you are by my side. Through the worst of times and the best of times you are tethered to my side. I've a murderous grin. You are my alibi.
Willful. I got nothin, and the timer is making me nervous.
Flip it over, Charlie! Git it boy! Good dog, good.
"The attendant" That is what they called me. I stood there bored, picking at my fingernails. What a job.