. . . rolled his eyes

                     

I saw tha comin

You really believe in that?

Im not talkin reincarnation Talkin prologuewha comes before

                                                                 Maybe thabehind the screen thas come down to me

Behind the screen.

                         What the hell are you talking about?

The razorthin gossamer the veil between being alive an not-alive

   Not-alive.

                Dead.

Whas dead

What’s dead? Are you kiddin’ me?

Its openanclose quotemarks dead  to us who are living

                                                               Beyond us Dead  Since I aint died I don know wha dead is

Anya don know either

Of course I do.

Youve died

No.

No

      Then you have no source no evidence to draw from yaknow shit  You have an uninformed opinion anwha have I told you about them

Don’t say.

Id rather not  Tedious

Thank you.  I thought you might.

Past is prologue. What’s your pointyour . screen . or veil?

You know me yaknow my habits proclivities know my hint   my social habits

he laughed out loud

                     Social habits? What social habits?

I said it was a hint

                       Run with it

   Run with zero social habits.

And wha man  a bigger hint nineteenth century man   do I remind you of

Nineteenth century.

                      You know its the twentyfirst century.

I know yare draggin your feet

   Listen, I don’t want to play.

Keep your nifty little mind open to the evidence

Evidence?

             What you’re going to lay on me from beyond alive not-alive is evidence?

For my formation yes

Formation? Is this a soul thing?

I told you it has nothing to do with reincarnation

                                                      Where were you roaming before you came here

Roaming? Fuck. I wasn’t roaming anywhere.

You were The author Big Bang fashioned you

                                                  Youve been in text since the beginning of time

I have no free will free choice?

You do Of course you do

                            If you were a storytelleryoure not but if you were or a writer youd know characters are stubborn  Think bottle rocket Yare a bottle rocket yare goin off like a streak  Ohfuckno Up Hard left hard right veering

I said like a streak Who the hell are you

Stubborn They create themselves

   No thanks. That’s working too hard.

                                            A nineteenth century man.

Evidence is I read I write I walk I research I swim I exercise prefer solo projects I prefer my company to others

Amen brother.

Mountain man

                 If I were to approach the four  no six women Im closest most intimate with an ask them  theyd agree

A mountain man?

Unfettered independence

A mountain man?

Ya donsee tha

Awright. What have you.  What do you think of my formation, as you say?

A worrying gadabout

                        Upside A gadfly  Ruffled shirts puffy sleeves likely a stylish powdered wig done up with ribbons

Wow!

       Thanks.

Bro Shoe fits wear it

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