We Looked Like A Parade Barely Moving

I Like To Think (it Has To Be!) Of A Cybernetic Ecology Where We Are Free Of Our Labors And Joined Back To Nature, Returned To Our Mammal Brothers And Sisters, And All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace.

Im Haunted A Little This Evening By Feelings That Have No Vocabulary And Events That Should Be Explained In Dimensions Of Lint Rather Than Words. Ive Been Examining Half-scraps Of My Childhood. They Are Pieces Of Distant Life That Have No Form Or Meaning. They Are Things That Just Happened Like Lint.

I Don't Know These People And They Aren't My Flowers.

The Smallest Snowstorm On Record Took Place An Hour Ago In My Back Yard. It Was Approximately Two Flakes. I Waited For More To Fall, But That Was It. The Entire Storm Was Two Flakes.

The Coleman Lantern Is The Symbol Of The Camping Craze That Is Currently Sweeping America, With Its Unholy White Light Burning In The Forests Of America.