i found the stacks of clothes and form the catalyst that slow you down eventually i ve greeted most of those and punch the numbers in that seem to make most sense to me i ve forged some call signs made up some small crimes that brought the numbers that were circling around me up to six the more my hands wave the more the long days turn into something i could barely be a part from once for all lets work this out for you and see if anything you know can be of use im kicking both of you and of anything of yours stay on top of it guess the end of it they will still wait for us their gaps are infinite there s hope for us