I’’m ready to go – to be my own Rimbaud – to disappear into the darkness of a world I know not of – and change my identity – and become someone else.

I’m tired of myself.

And my bills – and my deadlines. So off to Mars I fly – or Brasil – or El Dorado – to spend my days with chicken feet – and eating bubblegum ice-cream – and fraternizing with flappers – and…

…
…what was I talking about again?
…ah yes…

…flappers.
-m