It’s an obsession.

A queen-sized bedroom with a horse-sized appetite.

I could eat a hearse.

I could jump me to the moon.

Sail or moon?

Sink or swim?

Fish or fish?

These are the questions we’ve got to fez.

For in this bicycle that we call life.

We are the ones who are Westinghouse.

I just erased that last sentence.

The one you couldn’t read and may never ever ever again for all of the rest of our lives.

Please don’t fall. It’s so baduy.