All language leveled from childhood is but metaphor to mediate, relate, and include or detach us from the actuality of nature. As one creates new meaning, one ventures further from the the natural meaning of meaning, experience.

America listens with a story, as a wake of stone, the lakes puddle begins to moan; this at least we know of Uncle Yarvin’s poetry. The internet tells this story to our eyes.

Telling old jokes that her dead friend used to laugh at; invasive thoughts of those being your friends in one life or another, when you begin laughing, yourself.

Commode-time used to connect to the infinite, as new interpretations of lent are explored and ultimately forgotten.

Nastradamic reflections from a gentleman of Verona.

People still be leaving shit behind errwhere. Calculating a disassociated life, dead men send no emails.

The past is changing between your ears, the future beneath your feet. The dialectic of Kay Lindyman is born.

As information accumulates over the years, it ultimately precipitates the demise of your freedom. Disguised and diagnosed as deficient mental acuity, you lament , no longer able to dream or create.

In Auto Zone (‘get in the zone’) listening to a tween talk about tags and toenail clippings. While visually itemizing the trash underneath my repurposed airport seat I see an old piece of legal paper.

Insomniacally staring a hole in his phone buying domains, thinking about awfully funny things.

Rene Girard, Stephen Girard & Steven Gerrard are all high on fumigation chemicals.

It was the annual MTL shareholder meeting and vveed was just allowed for medicinal use.

We regret to inform you that we have decided to move in another creative direction regarding our recent advertising inquiry.

Children will let you down, and that’s pretty cool. Entropy, love, blah blah blah blah.

Basecamp won’t accept your password. Ritalin and diazepam guiding every key stroke…