081613 #worm I am looking at the wall, only there is not a wall there. There is only a screen, and as we all know, god can see through a screen. I am looking at the space where god used to be, la la la. I am looking at an astonishing phenomenon: how many times typographical errors speak the truth and output results better than the ones you meatfisted on purpose. You hamheaded hock. You freak of typomastic denature. You are in the alley on your back, haunting with ethereal beauty. The old sweetgum rains down upon the garage roof. Soon this will all be rotten ruins. I am looking at you. I am longing, and I do not even know what for.