It happens outside of myself, comes in to my brain through one of my physiological capacities I possess that provide input for perception. The data gets processed in my mind, where I add some herbs and spices, cultivated from the residual build-up from previous cycles of traffic. It brews for a bit, then makes its way down my neck, arms, then fingers. It gets typed up. Then you read it.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
My mom tells Benjamin "you have to eat all your food. Don't leave not even one grain!" Benjamin is like "not even a bean?" "no" "not even a germ?" "no" "not even a molecule?" "mira muchacho!"
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