Without everything, nothing.
Outside everything, nothing.

Well, maybe something,
one line at a time.

Remember? Everything
was there,

hiding in some old
historical present.

Address. Crucial. Remember
when we

almost screwed? Instead,
a memoir, and a

little dirt, whoever
cares to dig. Something,

I suppose. Better than nothing? It
depends. So much

depends on how you read. And
if. Everything, almost. Oh, yes: rates. 23�

as of July 1. History's not funny,
but don't shoot me, either.