& thru the crackling dusty grooves of nostalgic premonition & thru the stone walls of helpless helpless helpless situationism i do like wonder who grew up & i do like wonder about how & i ask in desperate yells in predawn emails if anyone out there at all claims to understand t e m i its broad strokes like these flying d e c a d e s its corner nook jags like the freak eternal 10.15 AM now that we are coping far from our schools milk river & the playing field fug of faux freedom & fancy forever