I didn't want to write

I didn't want to write until I had something to say.

I know a woman speaks in tongues. Together we constitute a gossip. We discuss how Nixon showed the world what a woman's rib could become, and how the governor of Alaska doesn't know his armchair from Adam. We discuss where we will pee later, if we drink all this now.

At the end of a string of graffiti, someone writes, "tl; dr," meaning, "too long, didn't read," and launches into his own tirade, until the night runs out of ink.