make a guess and keep it that way.
take your best shot and put it in a case on the wall near the van gogh.
you can’t walk where the others are running so steer clear of the inside lane.
there’s just never been a better time for what we have in store.
close the door.
have a seat.
we’ll be with you in just a moment.
the grooves soothe the tired heads of a generation wrapped up in rapping about the iridescent insanity of the mendacity of thought.
it’s light speed can you read the writing we left behind you in the darkness? it will keep you warm.
the ghosts play host to a different sort of waiting room it’s a sorting station for lost waiters with their trays upended and the tips all dropped out on the floor.
raise your hackles and raise them well they will take care of you one day when you’ve gone soft with old age
the symbolism is an embolism an aneurysm
bleeding out into the real world
you’re dead to yourself and you’re no good to me
it’s association by station, keeping the nation up to date and keeping the score. and the time. it’s always time for less of this and more of that. we can’t keep up with the demand. it’s a free market as long as you’re buying into it and never sell it short it can’t hurt to be prepared.