Closer


The monkeys type away at their computers and the cigarettes are smoking from their mouths. The other animals are quick and wretched. They are disgusting and vile and they will eat your lunch.

The parking lot has been constructed over a mass grave. The shopping mall is a haven for the naked souls. It is nice to purchase material goods that are well packaged. Follow suit and package yourself in a suit. Put a nice tie on and present yourself underneath the tree that I'm out of.

As I walk through the parking lot and see all the lovely couples holding hands, I think about commitment for just a second and realize that the monkeys have not been fed and the ashtrays have not been emptied. I better get to the store in the mall very quickly to buy the barrel of ink that I am using for the typewriters.

I have trained the monkeys to type this: ~

I wan~ to visi~ ~he beings ~ha~ live in ~he ci~ies ~ha~ reside in ~he dep~h of ~he oceans. You may no~ unders~and ~he fac~ ~ha~ I don'~ like i~ up here ~oo much.