new layout.
john and i watched big fish and dummy < hilarious.
it was good being with him.
sexed but sexless, the robots.
named but unnamed, and borrowing from humans everything but humanity, the robots started at the nailed lids of their labeled fob boxes, in a death that was not even a death, for there had never been a life. and now there was a vast screaming of yanked nails. now there was a lifting of lids. now there were shadows on the boxes and the pressure of a hand squirting oil from a can. now the clock was set in motion, a faint ticking. now another and another, until this was an immense clock shop, purring. the marble eyes rolled wide their ape rubber lids. the nostrils winked. the robots, clothed in hair of ape and white rabbit, arose..
everything is the same.
you haven't changed.
buffalo sheep kid. pain. fork. loathe.
i love jay ferries. thanks for the stale delicious bread you sent me and the record. you are amazing. i miss you. love.