Go, forth, prosper, as if
Kansas now means any place, we're
not. Here's Johnny! Knock.
Knock. Babble on about the need
for speed. Keep moving and calling
upon precedent: deja vu, and
the ever bastardized call of
the moon, mourning, and marriage. If
one more claims cliche,
I shall throw a fit. Fit, now
a wonderfully common
my dear, yesterday, my friend
said she couldn't remember
the name of her favorite cereal.
But knew to follow her nose,
language our luckiest charm-
that milk was got. Apples jacked.
Cola Coked. Jack Crackered. A
wonderful and reckless refurbishing!