frison? why wont my computer go to frison, is it because it is american? if so, can I blame it, even I refuse to give a capital letter the respect it so deserves, language and nation states, who are they and what is it exCtly they want from me? is it not enough, enough, have I not had enough of them yet? Obviously not, not till I have expired and they have every last drop of me and I and he and she. well, smaller case will have to suffice and I set off in this episode of exquisiste live corpse to reply a reply that invigorates the I in me. and who does this me think it exactly should be? Be it I he they we she or ze? i think ze is a little silly, but why not ze, it is at the end of the fact-o-ry and probably demands more than me. well, aparently. so to the factory and outside to visit you and me, over the screen and not so far away, to run and scream but not away. but what of the seriousness of the day, buy, sell, eat, make, make, make, make….verbing verbal verbosities of vile vitality…away away away….from the screen to the sun of the shade. from the I of the me to the they. the I in me wonders, as the glow of the screen flickers, on and on and on.. what does time say? where does it stay? is it invisible or an endless relay? Should this situation persist, please please dont run away, and if time gets on your back, knots, cramps, pushes you, push, shove, drive it to the nearest homestay…. it is only a fraction of the great disorder under our feet today and it will abound if you make it go away away away, and when like the truth it comes bounding back. anecdotely say that someone said that as a lack, the truth hurts, and I desperately try to avoid it. to use the boring old one trick pony of hegel, i say that  avoiding hurts and I desperately try to make it my daily truth… so back on the train to the summit..over the screen and not so far from today. the three posh ladies laugh and why shouldnt they, like the riders of the apocolypse, they have their cake and are eating it as they gallop away, while I tussle and toil with time to give me less than more to be in love today….

why does it seem to be so easy to hate? to cover, to throw the first stone?