Win On Diagonals

Have completed writing my shorto novel: “Controversial Boyle.”  I think I have invented the best water colorist I could have dreamed of conjuring from the bowels of Rumanian fantasy.  Sick tiny freezing ice pellets shower this four story and crumbling March night.  I just can’t read the whole chapter on Satan from Empson’s thought spiking book: “Milton’s God.”  Maybe I shall meet Belial at the German restaurant on South Tyson Street in Floral Park.  I have decided that this (most certainly empty eatery,) is where I should end up tonight.  I will return alive.