Life As A Big Time Person

It all smells like carpet here. It smells like small tanks of ink.
The wall looked like it wanted some kind of puncture. Hey, hey. You.
Yeah.
Instead of crawling up we didn't do anything. We didn't keep a "we" in anywhere.
Remember when we went to the pond?
Everything starts to click and stop. I sit down make kind words at the wall and the wires.
YOU KNOW WHAT


YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING

all eyes inside of me pull and wreck up towards the direction.

I'M ON A BASE.

There is a top screen, high above our speech. How do I roll down the hill? I will be gone for so long and no shapes or wires or boards will know of it. The company doesn't know who I am anymore.