Mind meld. Transition time. So many roads and so much energy dispersed into the ether that it’s either in or out or both at the same time and a thousand ones and zeros. Dance. There’s tobacco in the air and the man at the ferry wants guns and furs for passage. Sunlight. Sun kissed. Sunken ships and rocks at the bottom of the ocean. Four years ago the dog came home and mom was born and life was altered forever. Forever forward. Up and at em. Flyby. Firefly. Peaked interest is interested. A whole thirty. Tattoos on the arm and chest and when the sun comes out the sun comes out. Fierce. Intense. Clipped nails. Stream of consciousness. Stream of water. Stream of dreams. Field of dreams. Baseball season and the saggy sidi’s. Mud season. Mud hens and laughing hyenas and some nature film about animals in Africa. The West. The greatest. The one and only and another one that is also the only, but can there be only two onlys and only one at the same time? The same Tim. The same Tim and his brother Tim and their uncle Tim had time to go to the festival of Tim’s, but they left without their shared father and his father and their alcoholism. They left for the party before the party started and they got their after it finished. The Tim and Tom and Doug. The space ship on the rug. The earthly beings that circle the wagons and prepare for the rapture. The red sneakers and the tin foil hats and the media man tell us to calm down as they pump fear into our veins. Like a heroin addict we just take it and nod off.