The earth makes you feel the earth. You will know gravity and what a gravity well is.

It’s about surviving the experience. You try to make it all look normal. It takes me about three hours to put on the full mask. Go out there and sparkle. Who says go putcher pink dress on. I knew it. Who goes out on a dirt bike at two in the morning. Who claims: You Never Get Dirt On Your Balls because it’s a dirt bike. They used to do it a lot when there were wars.

We are too contemporary to be in wars. Like the ten we’re in.

I have spent ages reading all about it. Read all about it. That place where rages and the cages and we wanted to be with the rages because we were by then guite mad.

They’d figured out how to make flamethrowers. We would get our asses barbequed. They came for us and we had to run again.

We had so far defended Dodge City Was Dirt Bike Town.

Now, before they bomb again. You never know. Homo sapiens had lived in these buildings. Be very careful what you wish for. You could only crawl around the hallway because their small arm’s fire seemed to be all they had left. We could have taken them to that place novelistic prisoners of wars go. The ruinous island of screams. It seems. Our screams were upon us.

Someone had fallen but we didn’t really think the Normals had the balls for it.

They were not fast. They had numbers. But they had never fought for their lives. What lives.

Anyone in the Colonies could be hanged We Are Already the Dinosaurs. We are all more or less from Wichita. Mainly. But a lot of people were arriving at our community doors of Mass Extinctions did not occur to us until we began to understand, or the why of it, why physics matters this was the planet, so we invented little shadow stories but they had gotten us through dark shit so far. 

We needed them. We needed little kids to say: What the Fuck.

I would have to explain many times we were only spies And Then. Most humanoid reality begins with stories no one believes in but they have brought both ideas and revolt. Rachel Carson was wrong. There were holograms that had never been played. If you are listening to this, I am old. And Then. It was all a dream. Mitya sees the same slide show I see. But I act on it. It’s dangerous and doing different dimensions did not define the timeline. That would have been revolt. Thermonuclear revolt. We have to this day, not one agreement on what dimensions do or why they do it.  There are many theories. But some characteristics are shared. The plates move around on a cosmic scale. Nothing will be the same for a long time. It was a hot mess and looked like beautiful downtown Venus. It didn’t take much to turn the thing into a burning ember. The rich should leave the planet. Tension increased daily. The experiments at Oxford confirmed that the rich should leave the planet or have a visitation with the fishes.

I’m washing my hair that night.

I am not going to tell you not to dream because in that suspension there is a dimension that requires as much as the stuff of us, so exactly, where Some Of Us Are Indifferent which is my own autistic weirdo problem thing difficult to define something considerable just like no lack of physics to define, and no culture that can stave off whatever cultural strangulation is, and that Rome Shall Burn, Too. I told youall there are always tunnels, which is my own stupid problem like wanting to see what they want to see and the physics of the whole dog and pony show holding one’s pee in a bar to which is the Cenozic, ancient species born of an internal hayhem plus rape and slavery and punishment of us, the Mystic Misunderstood Marginalized so remember this Strange Bedfellows: you never know, you never know when it’s coming for you, and we do not arrive at these places at this time on this Disloyal Ground.

Look around. It’s a graveyard, a confederate graveyard, I have lived among the graveyards of the Northern Normals, too, I stand on my porch and I can eye to eye of the actual angel marble statue created in Thomas Wolfe’s Look Homeward Old Asheville Town, where by his Mickey Shivers owned all the stuff in Wichita and was stuff enough to get anywhere down into the tunnels to survive. The species was in the toilets to the rivers, revenge is always very, very expensive, and is usually not worth the threats of armpits.

Anytime. Any place, Anywhere.

What good would the smashing of electrons that come with a positive and negative charge do for anyone. There were Vhistina in the toilets. Their crushed skulls just rot for insects. There were wolves. What dimension could I store this one in. Some dimensions would squeeze you flat because they may have no atmosphere. Plan B. We use metaphor because in the end, it might matter, somewhere but most us know fucking better. How low do we have to go before we ourselves have to eat shit in a hierarchal pyramid patriarchal snaketestocracy eating dog shit to survive this is what they want from us. Look to their legends and their stories and then, there were the Huns. No one has anything on the Huns.

If you do not know the Huns, what else do you not know, the Huns challenged War Itself. Rome lost the gravitas. It lost the courage of what had come before it, I had seen all of this before and my bike had a lot of power built into it by Red to Red the Sky Your Last Goodbye. Mickey Shivers knows where to stick this fingers up his Christian Empires of gold that lingers so where is all this a gold mine find. A lie of starships in the sky and Mickey Shivers flying by. — Romeo Void, Tim Barrus