I'll Tell You About It Because I

He Created His Own Kool Aid Reality And Was Able To Illuminate Himself By It.

I’ll Affect You Slowly As If You Were Having A Picnic In A Dream. There Will Be No Ants. It Won’t Rain.

A Sombrero Fell Out Of The Sky And Landed On The Main Street Of Town In Front Of The Mayor, His Cousin, And A Person Out Of Work. The Day Was Scrubbed Clean By The Desert Air. The Sky Was Blue. It Was The Blue Of Human Eyes, Waiting For Something To Happen. There Was No Reason For A Sombrero To Fall Out Of The Sky. No Airplane Or Helicopter Was Passing Overhead And It Was Not A Religious Holiday.

I Drank Coffee And Read Old Books And Waited For The Year To End.

Language Does Not Leave Fossils, At Least Not Until It Has Become Written.