Friday, May 22, 2009

The Small of it

What sort of day would a day without transportation be?
Well, I have an answer to that God-awful question. It is this; there is no day, only the endless rapt of white noise, a keyboard, and an air conditioning system. It's a boundless bubble and I am trapped inside of it. Wonderful.

I can only sit back and glance at a clock.
At least I'm not in the state that this rotisserie chicken mummy is in here.

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