he said, by Dominick

Its a lot like the Matrix he said as he tried to keep it anatomically correct. The brother looked down knowingly in a haze of past tv show recollections of which he forgot.


Its like retrieval failure, and Pinky and the Brain. He said, its a lot like The Matrix. The possibility of the thought loops wearing too thin, and the spaces on the keys too narrow for the hunger artist to swear.

He said its a lot like The Matrix. Like Carl Jung's innocence being lost. He said its a lot like the reason is only half of the picture and the feeling is only half of the picture. You cant half them both. The images just don't add up he said. Kant said, but Kant said. You're perpetuating your own ego the brother said. I wonder if this happens to more people in different cultures. Like the pet that was just the spirit of old friends lost and re channeled. Everything is just energy he said and everything is just energy. Channeled in different directions all looking in at our self from different perspectives. Like the old storybook boy walking down Harvard square. You cant be right he said you cant be right because everyone just tells you what they think not the truth. Alpha waves and Pavlow's dog. Stanley Milgram and Philip Zimbardo. Its a lot like The Matrix he said its a lot like The Matrix he said. And the possibility of this all being the third choice that you had. A past way of looking at things. Groups of species kept together by their past beliefs. He picked up the bottle. Do these work he asked do these work. I said you remember this while we in college do you remember. When mama was fighting when mama was fighting. I said do you remember we are in college. Retrieval failure. The cap guns that kept on flowing. He must be doing something right. Their ears rang. Mama is crying he said mama is crying.


and she said its like a cold wet dying in the hot dead Earth.