Answer to the question
A & B: Answer to the question of thoroughfare. Click. America loves her sense of growth. And what. Stale tables beneath my typed massages, and I’m looking out the window, no, door, and there presented to me in that ever so nonchalant fashion of the completely random, is a random, section of street. Defined only by the frame of the window, no, door, that frames it ever so nonchalantly in that fashioned random way, is a section of completely meaningless street. BUT CENTERED, centered in the fashion of randomness, randomly, centered in the middle, of the frame, the section of pointless pavement, centered in the middle is a TELEPHONE POLE. Right in the middle. Smack-dab. And suddenly, AS IF by complete chance, I need to urinate, to pee. And so I go.

A: It’s late afternoon

B: Must be… I’m just not awake. I mean now awake.

A: Do you feel lazy?

B: No, I’ve gotten things done. Cleaned a little.

A: Do you feel lazy?

B: No, I’ve gotten things done. Cleaned a little.

A: Do you feel lazy?

B: No, I’ve gotten things done. Cleaned a little.

A: Do you feel lazy?

B: No, I’ve gotten things done. Cleaned a little.

A: Is there, there is a party tonight.

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