channel surf

i gave up channel surfing for real life. this was not a mistake. i began to have adventures beyond a static location inside four walls. i befriended a cloud who introduced me to a shady place. i followed the cargo trains with my eyes before i decided to jump one. they were transporting televisions to channel surfers up and down the california coast. i rounded up a possé for a great train robbery. we sold tv's to survive.

the telling

Those who survived terrific and terrifying scenes of yesterday, survived simply in some cases today and tomorrow by not telling. Like authority or ego outgrowing itself -- the truth was irrevocably exposed, and one could feel so out of place. Not making sense, all sense falls away...no grammar, no ruler, no rules. no meticulous edit. no beta.need.care.anymore. without any closure you-they-it has and have found recourse to-from...above-below...this. the very end. the beauty in live-to-tell was not in the telling. it was in not telling. or. surviving and not needing to tell. for now, you and all you have been through are known if not cherished.

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