faded faded anticipated a finite number of variables an infinite number of combinations if there’s a way to fuck it up the legal secretary will find it staple it clip it fold it forget it find a way to blame the messenger herein fail not at your peril take a number in the big waiting room where piped-in music drips slowly like a leaky faucet quietly killing me one smooth jazz favorite at a time waiting for the other drip to drop : . .
