Mentat

I wrote you in my past dream. The courtship ritual would take place in the lobby of the Citibank building.
Do you think you'll be able to remember who you were?

Our appointment has been scheduled, don't be late.
I've written many words.


Delicate tapestry is slowly unwound. CTR-ALT-DELETE

I am wordless at the wonder-wheel. Does she dream in the same mechanical way?
Auto-Didactic love affair. A mechanical representation of myself wanders into the room.

I am. Replicating automated ideas from past constructs of replicated ideas. Writer/Reader
interlope. I confuse the sound of the air hose for rain on sunday mornings, constantly repeating the same
mistake.

I remember;
Flooding the ant hill with asbestos, our lawn had been invaded by africans. Delicate red creatures.
Mobilized with vague notions of something or other, migration of inherited ideas.
Christ like bloom under august, our nausea was apparent. Thoughts began to leak towards our neighbors.

inheriting my memory loss.

Something is happening underneath my couch and I'm scared of knowledge. An apparent invasion, deluded plans
of moths and roaches, conquest of my dilapidated apartment and then, then nothing. I am apparent in my madness, silent
through my love affair. I am unknown to myself and to others. I exist outside of memory, therefore outside of reality.

Conquest, I have no knowledge of such word ever existing.

Then there was a paradigm shift.

Jose...Jose...wake up.

The
something
or
other
is
about
to
happen.