after three days everything stinks
i found you through other people they told me that you were here and you are visible. pick and choose pick and choose we use to know what good was, examine the value tree, coming from always coming from, manipulate the classics, stop making sense.
there sure are a lot of words, but i still feel as though i have nothing to say. too much prattling on in the memory, now i try to make new memories, distinguish them from the older ones, the epoch of talking followed by the epoch of listening. doubt comes sweeping in with death. timidity, when is he going?
you can contact me. obviously i have already contacted you.