I was thinking . .

                  her smiled stopped him You’re always thinking. You exhaust me. I know you must turn it off I just don’t know when.

pointing at his skull  A perpetual motion machine 

                                                     Its a happy merry-go-round a carousel  I just ride roundanround refuse to grab the brass ring

When I was little I did.

You get the ring

No. I fell broke my arm. 

Ouch

she giggled That learned me. 

                                  You were saying you were . . thinking. 

Yah

       I was thinking if I was water I woud prefer not to be absorbed My hydrogens oxygen dissipated devolved

her eyes widened What made you think of that?

You remember the heavy rain two weeks three ago

Yes. Rain here is memorable.

Yah 

       Theres a fenced-in empty lot beside a pizzeria on the way to the market dirt weeds don even grow in it an a huge puddle formed Its growing smaller evaporating being absorbed bit by bit  So slow . . 

. . It reminds you of death.

   Yah 

           A slow death Lacks quality

The quality of life.

Verses quantity

Yes.

If you were water whawoud you prefer

Boiled.

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