catscans on this dogday reveal the zero brainwaves can you come out to play on the living side the still line lingers sideways whatever thoughts left far away is my message making it through to a mind content to hide?

A wise Canadian once said that things still happen in the chronological spackle that fills in the space between the narrated events.

Sentient Spiritual Spirograph Scribbles Sorcery Sigils

before I disappear I form a fossil shaped by fear fresh thoughts have gone up dry yet old habits still multiply my waking life is said and done I'm just this script I have become no good solution can be found let's burn this whole thing…

I think I’ll drink til this makes sense and that might be a damn long time I’m at the bottom of the well but at least the water’s become wine Is this what passes for a fantasy? it’s all green screen and electrical tape To seize the…