Im playing a game with myself
If you insist.
Nahgo ahead Im curious to see where this come out
That’s why you come here.
I havent a choice I gotta sleep
Yes you do. his dreaming-self smiled THEN he had dimples
haha the shit you put me through
Us! The shit you put us, all of
us, through.
I suppose theres that
Your sleeve, or rather yourselve,
yourself.
Clever
We are, you and I and us.
Rooms getting crowded
Room’s always crowded when you
come in.
That sounds like a
backhanded compliment
Maybe you’ll take it for all of
us.
Shall Nice Dont hear shall too often
Shall we?
We shall
What strikes you about T Kettle?
Same thing that struck me about
the dream yesterday
And?
I have to elaborate
Humour me. Humour the rest of
yous.
Awright T Kettle is very similar Letters versus number Letterswords prefer to be verbose so naturally
Id expect more letters than numbers
And?
I recall.
Was it as go for you as it was for
me
Jesus, man, what’s good for the
goose is good for the gander; we have little separation between us, a line of
dominoes, nerveendings, firing synapses, a heap of dried fallen leaves along
the street curb that you used to set on fire.
I remember
All of us remember.
Seems you run a tidy little ship
Facets Like compoundeyes Like more than two sides to any story Like criminals love a crowd
You kidding me? You are the neighbourhood,
the labyrinth, the maze.
Good Then Im still sane
You are In-sane. In the In-Crowd.
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