Little Black Dot

ok.
it's like this:
we put a dime into the machine because it was all we had
and the machine gave us a black gum ball
and that never happens
and we had the best day ever.
um,
processing.
processing.
pyramid land?
drunk on the front steps of a yuppie suburban psychiatrist's office halfway to sidney?
THE CENTRE OF THE UNIVERSE?
space ice cream sandwiches for dinner?
biking for TWELVE HOURS?
WHAT?
AGGGHH.
i am going to be in bed by one a.m.
and this is astounding, considering.
paradigm shift.
that's all there is to it,
on paper.