eeposterity

hey do you miss the freak outs? like i used to hunch over the computer like a
kid with only dignity to lose and would carve cryptic thisnthat into etrees and
eeebooks, fueled by some sonic mighty empowering something, licking at the
white blood cells and platelets from the eecutting that i would hobby into and
out of, there was plenty and plenty of time for hobbies, how additives are
addictions, promote use of forearms, indict proliferation of false socialisms,
hypocrites spend time too, too much needling for less feels, purposely
underestimating because you do not want your stiffling image to ssuffer, fuck
no, never that.

but no. i will not comply again, or i will but you have to walk away first and
not notice.

on the shelf are five keys.

one is for locked bitters.

one is for locked blocks of memry, because life is like tetris.

one is for locked uninhibitions.

one is for jesus, when he comes home. we had left it under the mat, but then we
decided he would not, and plus we were having problems with the mat getting
frozen to the walk, what with the frost.

one is for who knows what, because that particular box has been unlocked and
the labels have been de-applied. the key was returned anonymously, and has
mysteriously been stamped with the phrase "I AM 35". we are going to try to
molten it, because we have been experimenting with fires that can get that hot.

there are only twenty-four teeth on that key.

eleven is the difference.

gary leeman was the prophet. but no one noticed and now he is forgotten.