WHAT HAPPENED?

A desire for it and there it went into the elevator shaft along with the ups and downs of uncourageous distortions of the world an aftertaste of misunderstandings and knowledge of nothing useful arguments that have been run over time after time in the middle of the road a favorite of the taller turning their tall backs on the shorter pauses in their day as they got shorter with me as we do that with each other to roll over and pretend to sleep worrying about what the morning dawn will send piercing through our blinds and our eyes forced shut through the night the darkness of the universe so much space invaded by so much light fuck the fire.

The crushed fauna did it look like it ever had a tail to tell it which way it could have gone to survive another tire another invention putting a spin on the air for movement for purpose surrounded by nothing so much nothing invaded by so much light fuck the fire.

"Must I go on?"
"It's up to you?"
"You don't sound sure."
"As sure as you or perhaps less."
"That is the closest thing you've said to anything resembling any transparency a glass room with walls to walk into and hurt your pride your something never quite approaching that. I've had so many people say to me: you know, to be honest with you. Let's me know that whatever they are going to say will remain in the light until the end of this sentence until it disappears into where it belongs where they belong where we all belong."
"And where is that?"
"In what we're surrounded by."
"Sales displays?"
"Behind those."
"You mean the overstock rooms?"
"Yes, the overstock rooms. We'll go with that."


- Max Stoltenberg