What’s [Past] is [Prologue]
Today/Yesterday/Today
I’m going to trickle back down into the ground and I’ll see you in another life.
Linearity
The commonly discussed falsity: The fastest point between A and B is a straight line. It’s certainly the most linear one…
EscapE
I point and I create; I point and it escapes. That’s the point, maybe. It escapes.
I’ll find you on the other side.
If there’s a place for me then there’s a place for you too.
Here#Away
Were I to scream so loud that no one could hear, where would I be? Exactly where I already am; a thousand miles away by now. Can you hear me now?
Somewhere In Between
And here we are. I feel like fucking Vonnegut or something; trapped in amber and without a ‘why’…
And yet it keeps racing. On. And on. and on. and on
A quantum smash of matter and meaning; of and entanglement and potentials. The recursive percussive patterns that extend from my heart, down to my toes, back again and off my tongue; through my eyes and out into somewhere in between.
And then you pick it up. Through your eyes and into somewhere in between.; off your tongue and into your flesh and it seeps into your bones and before you know it…
And yet it keeps racing. On. And on. and on. and on and then it stops,
and starts again. 
Kurt Vonnegut, in one of literary history’s most beautiful definitions of love
Fucking_frogs.
‘They’ keep saying, “Fuck the frogs!”
At the expense of…
The Man said so.
I give the middle finger to the establishment because the man said so.
