The world is turning. I hope it don't turn away.

Enter this purgatorial state. The crowd of people, the wooden table (a relic of the 1950s), the fingers, a knuckle crack, a note, a note, a couple more, a lonely animal, a flyer for an Indian reservation. Plants, coasters, the blue haze remnant of a blinking eye lingering, the man alone at the microphone.

I think I'll get out of town.

Suddenly I remember land lines, these ancient ties to the past, a hard wire connection to another person.
Suddenly I remember land lines,  overwhelmed now by digital static. Three letters.

Upon watching a homemade video and then checking the web link for the festival at which the video's producer will be appearing.

Everything has a press photo, and it makes me ill.

A half-bored interest in food

 The fattest men weigh as much as bears. Lumbering towards their man-cave walls eventually removed by chainsaw, on a semi-network broadcast, fed to me, fed to them, a miracle will save you. (I am not sure the metaphors they use are as gracious, as powerful, as mine.)

The fattest men weigh as much as bears. Murderous, chaotic, hostile.

A State of hibernation, and self-discovery

I think you, you should not keep it.

You should destroy it.

Album Titles (and the bands who created them) I Am Making Up As I Type Them

Traction Socks--Open Heart Urgery
My Best Friends Wedding's Best Man Best Actor--Part Yert
Return of the Grow--Pawstricken
Drew Up--Lit
Men With Great Futures Create Wes--Jeep
Can You Bleieve This? -The Dead Squalk
Not for Nothing, Jesus--Nunn0))))))

Some people turn to God, others turn to gods

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