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We scrambled the egg, then we broke it. That’s just the way
things are going to be around here for a while.

Sorry, really we are.

This one for her.

Open_Code1.mp3

i am the web master !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am in the big city.
The real big city.

So why do I feel this way?

Every so often is when you’re reflected back on yourself.

We first met while waiting for tasteless generic tacos.
Served out a window into our car from a building that in
past life better served Mac diesels than cheap mexican.

Time has a way of changing nothing.

But still, We waited among a line of cars, toe on brake
and disinterested in the world, somewhere between
asking and receiving. The week had passed unrebelliously
and some of us did what We had to with false enthusiasm to be
agreeable with it. Mostly, in collections of spare seconds,
We went about doubting ourselves and decided that semi-brown
meat wrapped in a bleached-flour disk was our pill. An easy
answer. Ok for now. A friend tonight.

The pharmacy was moving slow today,
the wait was longer than usual.
The natives were getting restless.

We were two cars away from medication, when a Medicaid
issue Rascal® cart came blazing its way through the
asphalt drenched landscape like a bandit from a failed
heist. At its command was an indigenous 400 pound woman
dressed like a circus reject. In one glance We saw generations
of her lineage. They were not of this earth, they were
too strange, too evolved to have come from the same
line as everyone on this planet. She was moving at ramming
speed. We had no defense, there was no stopping this charge. We
had no rifle, no spear or shield. Instinct flooded
veins. Fight. Flight.

We choose neither and only played dumb and ignored.

-more on this later-

later

A moment before she walked in, he had been
sitting looking out, eating sky and being
moved about on treads that carry space shuttles.
Before she walked in he had a thousand
tones playing themselves in the most amazing form.
An organist with twenty fingers grinding out all
the ghosts of all the Sundays since the beginning
of everything. Before she came in he was a king and
a drifter and a hero and a sniper in Yugoslavia. One who
could travel time. The moment before she walked in
and scolded him for not burying himself in the numbers
and equations, digesting glossy smooth page after
smooth page between oversized hardback edition-two
textbook covers, he was a universe.

She let him know he wasn’t and that there were
numbers to understand and tests to be taken and futures
to prepare for now. There was school. There was here,
now. After she walked in, he was nothing.
He was two problems—a problem and a half into all of
what was due tomorrow. Everything that had to be done
for another morning that was just like all the others. Routine.

He wished he had finished his work. Gotten it all done with
quickness and efficiency. Wished that he had not spent
so much time dreaming, so that he could spend more
time dreaming. He wanted to think of things without
interruption. Without the soviet checkpoint in his head.
Stopping things over and over again, thinking about
them, not letting anything through. Nothing getting
done. He wanted it to be a freight train without breaks
and a never ending track. He wanted to be in a house
with invisible walls in the middle of a hurricane. A
house that when it rained it felt like it was raining
all over everywhere. He wanted to swim in the
shadow of an open plain with nothing ahead
of him for miles.

He wanted to finish his work. To solve
problems and write the numbers on his paper.
This was the way he wanted things to be.

EVENING1

My people are currently drafting the terms of the condition. They will see that it is sent to your people.

I’ll do it on one condition.

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