boiling lobster. even crustaceans scream, says dorthy, why oh why can't i? i dream of helicopters with gold crowns. there is so much of my life i don't remember. like childhood. doesn't that concern anyone else- this inability to recall? there isn't any recollection of an inception, & that is suspicious. & i never remember last night. every conditional ends up as evidence supporting nihilism. i'm the fiber optics at a suicide hotline, today. or badly translated latin. fuck, i'm even superman's funeral.