Chapter 1

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Wealth changes your vision.  I have seen it. 

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There is no difference in a story except the storyteller.  Make sure you pay attention to this person when you are in conversation, for they will tell your story through another set of eyes.  If wealth can change eyes, everything else can. 

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I remember always being able to eat.  Eating is the core definition of life not just humans and I never had to want to eliminate hunger but for a few times.  This is luxury as far as I can see.  But, most have moved beyond this line of thought and I cannot blame them.  Who wouldn’t want one of their sacred feelings satisfied.  This has to justify some large percent of pie graph if you are the type to eat pies in the first place.  Fasting is forced hunger and I will always wonder why it is such an old practice.  

Pie is served and it is pie.  Cake is so much worse than pie but I can’t figure out how to explain this feeling away.  Must be space between matter or something.  The pie is not a cold pie.  It’s temperature is like an aroused body, reminding me of the warm bodies that are laid at my feet.  The ground doesn’t think a carpet of dead bodies is a bad thing and I tend to agree.  Do trees wonder how they grew in the first place?  They sure have a lot of goddamn time to figure it out.  Time in this case is relative, as I assume trees on average spend the same amount of time on earth until they hit the ground like everything else.  Their time is measured in a lack of movement.  No movement is what the Buddhist wants and who am I to argue.  Even most seeds don’t spend time moving on their own, they leave that up to the invisible.  Cruising on an airstream would be the most zen, though, I don’t quite know which dragon to slay.  The extremes have to be ridden like an air wave.  To leave your fate in the fate of an opposite life form is a true Hack with the capital letter h. Those fucking large bristle seeds in Texas always amazed me because of their ability to hitch a ride in bulk.  I would say, if you can, enjoy youth as much as fucking possible.  Cuss a lot because it makes adults uncomfortable.  It’s the first step in breaking through the large and dumb invisible wall between you and the truth.  Most do not get there, but if you do, do not kill yourself after what you see.  There is a groove to be had.  

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When I was younger and we had dance parties, I would always be shy.  At least in the beginning.  Now I can dance my ass off, but this is because of sex.  Not having specific dance moves except almost banging is what my generation and the generations after me have to deal with.  I mostly do not know why.  The teachers are gone to easy fame.  Maybe we need another large war to make me feel alive again.  That’s what the movies tell me and I don’t do much reading anymore.

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Chapter 2

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‘I don’t like flying on planes.’

‘Why’s that?’

‘You don’t see angels on airplanes.’ I meant it.  

We waited a while until he made talk again.  His voice had to kind of scream on an airplane.  I always somehow sit next to the goddamn engine.  If you don’t get a window seat I cannot understand flying on an airplane because I can only see grey and strange faces.  Shit man I am just trying to go for how a dog feels at the least.  

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‘At least,’ he said. 

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It’s an unbelievable sight, two people who do not know each other conversing as if they were old friends. I set out to understand the difference between strangers dying together or dying alone.  It is an awkward thought to have, but I assume a majority of people have died together.  At least in a closer proximity than dying in a hospital bed.  

‘The arms,’ he yelled out, flailing everywhere with the look of a gorilla of any kind, wild or captive.  They do the same you know, the arms always watching for where your eyes go, to see if you’re stupid enough to follow.  Sure, a gorilla could beat you to death but they shouldn’t accept wasting energy and they don’t, a stabbing is much more successful.’

‘The arms is what you gotta watch man. I’ll tell ya, I will follow the devil himself into a pit of fire to hear a good song.  The devil on the violin should be believed.  Drinking moonshine will make you see the devil everytime and he’ll tell you go faster you goddamn idiot.’

He paused because of how worked up he got himself.  

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‘No that’s not what I was saying.  Make believe the time you have does not exist and everything is measured in days.’ I said it with the thought of accomplishment.  This was not an easy person to convey anything too, especially thoughts of introspection that can be the most terrifying thing you do in a day.

‘Imagine the things you would see, if you had to travel the whole way we are going by walking the whole fucking thing.’ 

‘You would die probably.’

‘If not, there would be terrible fate before you the whole time but the fate is not a boring one.  I can’t see myself dying in a fucking suit.’

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Chapter 3

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I put my headphones on again and cranked the shit.  I pick going blind over deaf any day of the week.  I can listen without looking but the opposite doesn’t fulfill the things humans need to be fulfilled.  Could probably make a version of Instagram that you could only hear but no one would buy it and I would go into debt.  When you realize you’re idea for an app isn’t going to make money, you know it’s a bad idea.  Time, the thing that doesn’t exist for an artist, is what makes nerds and artists different.  Nerds work on Wall Street now so don’t think I’m being racist. 

And the way it follows is this: she walked out of the hotel elevator like she had somewhere real important to go.  The looks were a selfish thing.  The other side was too enthralled with time.  She bobbed, making sure the way she walked was a dance that was on an unknown rhythm to everyone in the room, men and women and everything else.  Sometimes everyone wants to bang you.  

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Chapter 4

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I finally made it home.  

‘You can’t be afraid to erase it’ I thought.  The time went on in the house without a break.  I follow my cat around the house to see what wonders he explores, but, he falls asleep.  Like always.  The cat goes to sleep and I get to work.  That’s the trade off for a home protection service.  

‘Watch out!”

I apologize, ‘make sure I didn’t destroy any of your shit’. 

She shrugs.  I shrug.  She says, ‘If I could still run, I would.  So should you.  Never apoklogize for using the things that took us everywhere. ‘  She is always poetic I guess.  There is no other real sense of entertainment anymore.  I do a dance, say goodbye and leave to cross the street.  I do not look back.  She does. 

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What a spot to land and I leave.  This makes no sense I think to myself, not knowing if my wonderings are heard by others yet or not.  Nah.

‘I see you! I see you!’  He yells at me like I am his long lost mother.  He noticed me from the last outing.  I happened to be drunk at the time but so did he so same same.  

‘Imagine this,’ he said, ‘coincidence.’  

I assumed we lived in the same town at least.  No one who travelled on planes really came here.  It was at least 3 stops from any other interesting city.  He always seemed to come sit down next to me when I happened to get to the airport.  

‘I always forget how short the wait is here,’ I thought to myself.  The beige was everywhere.  

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Same spots as last time.  I put my headphones on again but a lot of people do not understand what that means.  And they shouldn’t.  Fuck personal space the space don’t care about your body.  Go outside this planet and it will rip your goddamn body apart and not even feel it.  I wondered how long it would take your body to decompose in outer space or if you would randomly hit a far away planet in a couple hundred million years and accidentally caused a whole race of stupid big fucks to die off.  

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Fuck dinosaurs. 

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Chapter 5

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We land and he doesn’t seem interested in talking to me anymore.  I say, “Why don’t we go see the computer, see where it takes us.” 

His eyes light up, gazing above to nol known entity.  

“Let’s go,” he said.

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