It took me a long time to find you, but I found you. So said the Russian cosmonaut to the American astronaut, docking in space — space-docking for the very first time. Interstellar. And what are we? …

Hey. Hey you. This is the SYMBIONESE LIBERATION ARMY. And I am ME. Here to free you from your chains. As I myself have been freed. …And oh Patty, isn’t that what we dream of, to be somewhere freed? Rushed off, kidnapped, stuffed in a closet and reborn. Free. And what you do doesn’t matter. And…

There was a labyrinth without a monster. But we entered, compelled by outside forces. And so we entered, nervous, one of us holding a torch, the other a sword. Here, then, was our doom. But as we peered around the corners, there was nothing there. Just darkness, silence, and an endless…

“seems?” madam? nay, i know not “seems.” for i have within that which surpasses show. (but then what would you know about that, or indeed about any much of anything — or even just a simple thing.) but i’ll let you know, & i’ll tell you what passes show. for there’s a…

The radio static of your silence could fill the North Sea and has. But those weather maps, now decommissioned, which I love. The blessed confinement of a hex. Those lovely spaces. And think of men and women and that sustaining floating silent grid that is committed to it all, silent. Or don’t. Call the fucking whole thing off. The…

Dissonance influx. And my weapons ship stands ready. So let us drop, through impenetrable clouds of storm-grey and storm-blue, to the Hell Planet, where we will face all fears, oh sure, but also face me and you. So stay frosty. And we’re in the pipe, five-by-five. And you. You know what…

Nothing binds us but fuckability. You’ll come up with nothing better. When a dog whines through its muzzle, it makes a keening Irish sound. That would be this sound. And you had really best get used to it, bro. Nothing confirms our fuckability. It’s not like being pretty, where you can sort of figure it out. Transient and…

we (haven't we) made a path through a thousand trials

The truth is, we were ransacked. And how can I go to the mirror every day thinking I’m going to see something different? We all do this in old age, thinking that it’s going to be a nice surprise that greets us. Instead, this. If I were a car, you’d strip me for used parts. If I…