Do other people
not know where they think
they are when they do?
—Sue Landers
The ear thing today is
nice guys finish last. In
this fantasy (the paper-
work within paperwork),
my being does not live
me. Yep, here I don't be
me (a recommendation I'd
reckon). I don't live.
But yet, the opposite,
which expands beyond
the opposite, does not
become the infinite, so,
therefore, does not ache.
Like existence; like expansion.
Hollywood demand: expend $$
for new transformer. This could
be the one with which you blew
up the transformer in the last
episode (the prequel?),
with which you blew up the
transformer personified. How
could you?!, I implied! At 14
years of age. In 2008 or 9.
Room number 217 or 217
and a half. RUN LIKE HELL
out of Miami. Who does
that? Come to think of it
who runs like hell out of
Miami? Maybe you were
simply running (maybe
still are) from Sears &
Roebucks to Miami. An
utter conclusion. I think.
In this fantasy exists a
couple of pieces of
paperwork about
ivory. And how I
chipped a couple of
teeth saber-rattling.
