FORGETTING FOR THE HOUR HOW HARD IT IS TO WRITE A COMPREHENSIVE SENTENCE I HURRIED THROUGH A WIRE STRIPPED OF ITS ARTIFICIAL WRAPPER, EXPOSING THE NATURAL YUCCA PLANT THAT SENDS VOICE CALLS AND DIGITAL MESSAGES AMONG THE CONSCIOUSNESS OF LEAVES AND FORESTS, FORMING A CLOUD OF CONVERSATION THAT SUMMONS ITS SELF-MADE ENERGIES BY FORCE OF SPONTANEOUS REACTIONS TO UNKNOWN FAMILY PHOTOS AND DIARIES FROM CENTURIES GONE. OPULENCE AND FROTH BECOME THE MESSAGE, ITS MEDIUM A GATHERING OF FEAST AND FOE, CONSUMED FOR SUSTENANCE WHEN OIL OR MUD WOULD PRIMP A BODY’S INNARDS PER INTESTINAL SPACKLE RADIO PROMISSORIES — THOSE HEADSHAKES CLUSTERED AMONG STORM, STRANGE, AND SMEAR BUT TUNNELED THROUGH BY KISSLESS FRAUDS THAT LIMP TOWARD STUFFED POST OFFICE BOXES, THE UNHEARD MESSAGE OF UNCOLLECTED MAILS SPREADING ITS CONSCIOUSNESS AMONG CRITICAL STRANGERS DECRYING LOST MAIL AS THE GREAT CORPORATE JUGGERNAUT OF ALL TIMES.