“Once is coincidence; twice is enemy action.” – Ian Fleming
— Master, I cannot abide the silence.
— Neither can I. The silence never shuts up and listens.
— Master, why will you never speak to me? It would be such comfort to hear another human voice in these last years of life.
– I envy the stones, how they decompose without complaint.
— Master, why do you study the frogs?
— To find a cure for my hiccups.
— Master, what is my grade?
— Zero is the open mouth of nothingness. Climb inside.
— Master, we fear living in your shadow.
— Here, let me replenish you with my tears.
–Thank you, Master, for allowing me to speak my mind.
–With an election coming, better get race off the air.
— Master, why are you leaving us?
— It’s your turn now.
[April 26, 2015//Disposable additions August 19, 2016]