December 30th, 2007

  • roybot

I am not here.

This does not exist. Your imagination is folding space again. You can't be told to do the right thing, so you won't. [5] is this thing inside your head, a hypothetical situation. It's a mixed metaphor, like the inside of a jello-pudding Dave Barry/Walt Whitman/Steven King humor column. It does not make sense. You don't really think this is happening like this, do you? [5] is a political statement on late 18th century France. There are things that are not meant to be told to you. Things which would harm you. Don't lie to me. Don't you ever lie to me.