splashes loudly in my pajama palace and you perceive it as a pool. i see my ubik has been working lovely on you. should keep those nast Geastalt off you til the u-men play their next sbow! clay wobble as she is forevereal stuck in a loop, a loop you perceive eith a heavy concious, conch shells twirled and the screen taunt, taunting past what we all know. past ahat we all know.
from forces unknow huh … well, to unlearn requires an prerequisit knowledge, gerry you faked your way this far lets see you fakr your way sick feet under. this was a day gerry would die. corpse to ash the jet fuel melted his exostencr like trend against design, a song against itself, incandescent light found only in true humanity explpited as the blacl mirror episode closed, you had got to tell you friends aboit this!
you are now jeremy, rushing to your post lunch class, one drama class. one day you want to be a story board artist who also gets to brain storm ideas. they say creatives will be in high demand with human labor a thing of the past, you recall your mother chipping in at the dinner table.
the table was long and dark, a solid dyed a treated hunk of wood that fit the authors precious spelling error, that of describing it as tried. bodys against it hands and forks and knives and suction from cups and the condensation science in every second and we adore it every second of it. recorded? no! recreated? no! part of a larger meta narritive? not as well! no this was rather just a true state of being. the orange text left warmth in the reader like a parent theyvknew briefly.
so easy was it to be adopted? that nary i was free from this curse
jeremy cascaded through conciousness like fisticuffs, one foot in front of the other neve rgiivng up social or hierarical space. the fight was over soon, exhaysyed blows to exhausted blows.
