Saturday, October 21, 2017


     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.