Refusing to switch off the attention diversion switch:
booted beings one floor above; slow gait.
They left!
They fell asleep. They’re watching football. I am...
breathing.
Are you spreading yourself too thin? Of course.
Of possible interest: constantly evacuating yourself.
No! No! They are walking again! Very slowly.
And they have invited more boots. Boot-beings
entertaining more boot-beings. Boots, party of
[impossible to accommodate]!
Page 1 of Zen for Dummies. A book with
his dorky picture next to mine. A terrapin.
A terrapin?
Constantly evaluating. I am constantly
evaluating myself. I am a failure. What have
I ever built or unbuttoned? A chainsaw film with
tall green creatures adorned solely with boots.
Appropriately gargantuan. Chestnut brown or
slightly ash-colored. Suede boots.
Earth is in utter chaos. It is a horrific invasion.
Soon (before the demise of our race) we
identify with these gigantic (Grinch-like)
beings. They are sympathetic characters.
