“Broad is the way, but narrow is the gate” Matthew of mahem said, as he lurched in the line he’d cut, in seemingly unseamly 7:13-14, but Matt did what he did, and he did it well.
Matt was a pilgrim, a man of the wilds, a tax collector, living large. Living large and bulging, he clung to the cut cult of the Puritan, the pure in tan, the light fantastic,
Matt appeared drunk, or rather, touched, as he stammered his warning, burgeoning, wabbling and falling out of line, of the times. On Broadway was Matt, his hat protecting his head, rain pelting his touched in the head, his bleating, his pleading.
“I cost cut, and this is my reward?” Broadway was foremost in light show, at that time.
Spam of Human Affection 
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