This wall is not perfect.

Seek and find nothing.

The losers were costumed of course, as men of there best of times, they moved slow and steady to their there shelf of books, pretending they wrote most of them, and they had god like vision, but nobody there but them, alone in their rooms, on the phone.

Young man to age, big news!

If you have no body, no flowers will arrive.

If you have a pulse you can do more than feel her presense.

Not a cat.

Still my hero.

It is not a joke, and yet talking heads speak with talking hands, with new books and boxes of news. The reader dear reader is protesting for a good nights sleeps as words and images with messages make fury about nothing.