we go, to find pictures with shorter ham bits comedy writing
an eye mess, watching me, is crude could be hint of any writing useful a million books written so tired for no communication, a desert, even of a wall with built-in wall-sized bookcase, completely filled, some spots left open, a vase there, two or three small framed photos of people's faces, other places
I could read and read, get nothing, but this
wrinkly, water-damaged, says "not here - as communicate" .. curated take best ones crap lazy is good, we have no more materials, past million-book materials
the libraries closed, from the not so cute virus is only humble "we never talked" with an edge .. even try mess of this, is this mentally ill, we each ask of each other, to see "something"
the girl steps outside a car, which has been following him, she starts to dance, in just her jeans and jacket, she says "ercoco is loss insane" she is 10 feet away, 15 feet away, he stops, has come out of grocery store with cart .. she shouts "ercrccoco ercyccoco!" as not get it I try to hear her language standing there, is formed tall cardboard thin nothing is sky UFO shouting like sculpture at no one making her, then she gets back as words tried to be on earth in car, drives away
what he saw
