EXECUTIVE # 2 / Lawrence Upton

I wanted to say to my wife, fat-assed bitch. The joke isn't sexist. That's just how the insane complain. The goat, I (caption on left, comfortable), takes it couchback. I hate to retract an outrageous statement and look inside the repository of the character.

I will be over. Be patient. Suspension is stunning in kind conversation. When we sit down, it cuts across the ages.

>Hunting, while not identical, this image almost whited out of Another. Will merges into a harlot garden. Though invisible, your presence; it's - I do Yahoo! - objects in a ready-made.

Mr Dillon! an oddly-rising voice calls across the stage set.

>The Marshall pauses. His face drops. Beam me up, Scottie!... Scottie, beam me up... Scottie! Beam! Me! Up!

Mr Dillon! the voice repeats itself. Is this before the sixties? Another light at the end of all that you have, burnt down in disorganising. That's the future. Never mind. The body's weighted down by moral cowardice... Joyful of this image: text with no line-breaks covering the breakfast table. Fly-by-night opportunism. Skeletons of hands' attitudes' bluster, the windows smashed out of fleeting symbols. Excited chemistry. After science. Head as mnemonic with words. Theoretical capture. I end up in the front of the screen. A guy with words. It's getting harder to speak. Extensive transformation. Crash. A diagonal alignment. Parasite tunes. Multiplication by zero. Very desolate have-nots play a darkened space; and I will merge into darkness, legs spread.

Surprised, we had to ask for a pillow, the eyes of Richard Gere and Bruce Willis search and meet and lock eyes and unuttered ideas together; they understand each other; the pre-planned end slots in; let Purgatory and Salvation start; the world is saved from evil; let the blood flow and, even more invisibly, wild west style, low contrast. See? It is unbelievable. Never mind. Vote for that, minutes away; and then the common body, head facing downward; and the way it's being handled by one! A blurt in the chiaroscuro mirror. Altered ideas. How many?

He stood bequesting an apparatus of The Sentence. Delays, singing, the missing text of the - of his eyes neglected the act of intentional differences. He judged them.