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          • October 24, 2009 1:52 am
            its quiet and intimateSunday afternoon suninterwoven rhythms hum and ungulateslomotion rolling out of the dark wood panelingRick enters, cell phone in hand.“Yeah… the uh livingroom is a fucking mess dude.There is a 11th dimension, and its all over the sofa…I don’t know if its conscious or sentient or what the fuck, but its gotta go elsewhere. NOW! My wife is gonna freak if this shit is still here when she comes home.”in a uncertain world & dimension one thing is a constant… Rick. and he is a fucking bummer.


            its quiet and intimate
            Sunday afternoon sun
            interwoven rhythms hum and ungulate
            slomotion rolling out of the dark wood paneling

            Rick enters, cell phone in hand.

            “Yeah… the uh livingroom is a fucking mess dude.
            There is a 11th dimension, and its all over the sofa…
            I don’t know if its conscious or sentient or what the fuck, but its gotta go elsewhere. NOW! My wife is gonna freak if this shit is still here when she comes home.”

            in a uncertain world & dimension one thing is a constant…

            Rick.

            and he is a fucking bummer.

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