Phrases are always left unfinished. Not necessarily open-ended, just unfinished. Cats were domesticated when? These shoes were made for walking, and that's just what they'll do. Someday, I'm going to...when I grow up...I don't mean to, but...we weren't meant to live in between the ellipses. Never knew the seizure waiting to happen. The siphon on my breath. The censor in my pocket. War is fought in ellipses. Thought in short, controlled
bursts.

What is the difference between a television with a tongue lapping and tail wagging, waiting to be watched, and a rant? Who owns the remote control? Who is the owner of this dog tag? When in war, do as the natives do. Look, don't touch. Sink or swim. Show, don't tell. Ask not what you can do for
your...trickle down economics. Penny for your thoughts. I am a garbage
picker. I am self-absorbed, hear me roar. I don't look at the photos, there's enough in my head to go around. I am an illegible son. There is a mirror in my head and it's singing Cure songs and Morrissey with 2's.

We don't go on like this forever. Fragmented and flashing. Eating out our
stomachs for air pockets playing Parcheesi in Wisconsin with the governor
and Rosa Parks in Central Georgia with Clinton and the rest of the Parliament, and they're making a motion too dismiss. Someone, check the time is of the essence magazine clip of paper chase product line single file cabinet of war department store room to breath inhale like air supply room keys to the city big bright lights camera action figurine charm once upon a time capsule of gel caplet or montague what about bob water park central line of cocaine fixer upper deck porch grilled in questions.