Speak speak oh Chesapeake

There's no autobiography to speak of.

There's no autobiography.

There's no autobiography to speak of at night with friends as drunk as you.

(I haven't been drunk for years, for eons. So there's no

Autobiography.)

There's no nonsensical no-nonsense autobiography or self-portrait. (Isn't the word otherworldly at this stage somewhat wordy ?)

To tamper with syntax and with autobiography first know that there is such a thing as syntax and there is no such thing as autobiography. So there's no autobiography in the dead of the night when you've died with the night.

(I haven't been the City's own night owl for eons, for years. So there's no
Autobiography.)