Turn the lights on. Okay okay. I'm getting better so bear with me. I'm very afraid of bears. I never saw one in the woods thank goodness. But what about a bear in your apartment? I never saw one there either, thank goodness. I did see a woman in a 30 million dollar bikini though. That scared me also. SO much so that I had to write in here for comfort. Twasn't the diamonds so much as twhat was underneath it all. Twat. I love twat so much that it frightens me to see it or picture it. Even writing gives me the walleye willies with bartendresses in short shorts. Eres mi cantinera favorita. Of course. Comfort. Stupid heart decides too much. Brains. What can be said. Sayeth not small fry. Freedom loving bureaucrat. Efficient. Expensive. Refrigerator. Not just for keeping things cold, but for prestige. Get in line son you gots to learn how to be a man. First get a fridge, graduate, and reapply. Financial assistance is available. Please, be good to you. By God. Hurry! Fucking hurry you dumb twit. Ten seconds twenty seconds one minute five minutes, you're late you're too fucking late he has locked the door you cannot get in unpunished. Silly stupid twit always late or absent what with the half-assed commitment? You're spreading seeds thou shalt not be free to do as you please! Please! Let me have a word he says and words are said more guilt I'm afraid, this isn't what you should be doing, think about the money. If not for yourself then do it for the money, you owe it to your ancestors. Do not desecrate the dead. Do not piss on their graves, don't shit on their dead heads, much less the living heads! Just think about your family, what would they say? You shouldn't put yourself through the agonies. A misunderstanding, no, a misconception is all you need. And if ever in doubt rely on tradition! This isn't kindergarten boy, you're lucky I don't notify the authorities. I could have you put away you know. Just don't ever let me catch you doing these things again. I see you're some sort of buffoon, which is okay, you can do some of that, but do it at home where nobody can see, and I know it was an accident. These bears still come around. We're inefficient at the moment but I assure you we're working round the clock and in a mere couple years I do suspect we'll be running more glitchless. A glitch.
From what angel was sent the glitch, the gap, the static, the stupidity, the boundlessness? Sure that's more than one thing, that's All I know. The bears. And they're saving the bears and they're fighting the bears and they're playing the bears. What with the bears? And Mike Ditka running around naked with a little peter hanging somewhere, where? I can't see it I think I need a microscope. And then a hurricane rode through New Orleans and I got out just in time and so did Ricky Williams. Is there anyone truly ready for some football? I think I was once I think you were too and now I can't read the scoreboard. I need a translator, a mini cheat sheet at least, or I could pay but I'm broke. I have a friend somewhere, maybe a girlfriend too, with beautiful soft legs like the sand under the current, softly flowing one grain at a time, Raphael's thousand year project. A 4-d work of art, or something of infinity. A city washed of sin, ready to rise again, the blessed project of the day, like yesterday's failure a guided buggy tour in costume going to the evening ball. The evening ball.
