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You want me to briefly describe how I see the world changing in twenty years?  And where I see myself in it?  Well, I'll tell you.  In twenty years, I see the world changing to be how it will be in twenty years, and I see my self as a human being that is twenty years older on the earth, twenty years older.

I cannot write a serious answer to this question because all the answers in my mind sound like science fiction when I put it on paper.  And I can't submit a 500 words or less science fiction novel.  This task requires seriousness.  

How do I reconcile requirement with fact: that when I think about myself at 39, my thoughts are anything but serious?  

Hovercrafts, war, the rise of the Federated States of Micronesia.  But I can't actually say that.  If, however, in twenty years, Micronesia leads the world in a new unilateral dynamic, you heard it here first. 

True, False.

Sometimes, every little bit helps.  Other times, you just don't want to go those great lengths, so that's why you resort to holding your breath through long, long tunnels.  And other other times, you focus so hard on timing the inhale, suppressing, holding-holding-hold!! the exhale that, by the time you emerge and your lungs implode--you've forgotten to make your wish.

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quotation marks it's like the diem after carpe diem.  yesterday we seized the day, but now it's tomorrow.  so now what do we do?  end quotation marks.

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Sentimentality gets in the way of, well, it just gets in the way. It makes you hoard things because there's sentimentality attached to them, because they remind you of white-walled apartments and beige carpets, and of times even before then, times where you have to rely on photographs to even convince yourself that you've lived through them. Back then I still threw up on airplanes. You want to throw things out, clear out some space, give yourself a little breathing room-- but you have nothing left that you can bear to part with. A white bunny, wider than he is tall, in a blue get up with white polka dots and a hat to match and this giant, I guess, it's a rat, in the same overall-suspenders attire but this time with a flower pattern, both a little scratched up and stained and some of the fluff has lost its fluff but still. I bet pack rats are all overly-sentimental people.

horrid horrid, the.

Hot water hits the scalp, always the same smell--two parts steam one part epidermis. What wasn't the same today, though, was the steady drip drip onto yellow tile. We needed a roadblock. Yellow, beige, tawny, tawny tiles and golden walls stretched out for miiiiles--or so it seemed--because only square inches were cleared away. Square inches HA not even!

Impatience-guzzle-stickyfloors-coldcold-impatience-dieselengine-guzzle-kickout!-intervention-saved-impatience-buzzzz-impatience impatience impatience-CHAOS-staged-plucked out and up-and all the inches centimeters millimeters ETC robbed. I did my fair share too, but if only my hips were bigger I would have more momentum to protect that spot elbow rubbing trading sweat hand waving with infamy and notoriety and ew no not mainstream what do you know?! Once is coincidence, twice is FATE or so I would like to think because I was twiced and I would like for that to mean something more than nothing which is probably the only thing it does mean cause well, I'm just a number just a hand. I remember the colors, the flashes, the vibrating booms, what foresight to have plastic wrap chaos chaos trampled feet wet wet nothing else mattered but the synthesis of the split-second audio. All that I've left to prove of it all are no photographs and wrinkled, red shoes.

Manmanmanmannnn I am infatuated with you(s).

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In between the s-oar-ee's and ab-oh-t's she dropped a name and Bentham came to mind before what I thought would be first to come to mind.  Either too much television or time really does heal.  And by heal I mean nurture callousness.  I will take callousness over pine trees, though. Supine in the pines like Robert Jordan.  But we all know where that got him.  I had a craving for the folksy pop of swift kicks to the shins so indulgence takes the front seat to the molding of image.  I should have these cravings more.  Crave to crave these cravings.  You know what, though, I really like his shoes.  So pink tiger gingery with a rainbow on top.  I would wear those shoes.  And in realtime backwards flashes, it's getting dark but I have no phone and didn't I pass this bridge twice already?  How that worked itself out I still don't know, but I'm sure glad it did. I'm sure glad pawpaw.