We smelled a rat. We’re still in the wait space. Your name came up on my web tooth. Capacious, breathtaking anxiety, yes, refusal to arbitrate glamour, okay... you’re done. In a footloose world your body loads up on symbolism.

Go ahead, chat up everyone here. But take care, the next stage of trolling pillagers is fickle. Then it begins, your life is over. Love & money go down together. Rats.

Yes, you know gobs of cash, living well, poof. Question, tho... I’m just curious having compulsively misplaced most of life’s grotesqueries,

Does a possessing narrative reveal how & where stories are planned, stories that transcend time & place inside a game simile where we are the meta-players?