Salutations to the check mate of money and the hustle that strips
the hair from my head. Renew my subscription to Jim Morrison’s
resurrection and the Telemachus telenovela that doles out new shows
per how κύριος Nikos Kazantzakis happens to be feeling that day.
Drop me into the backseat of a car already in progress. Render my life
an editing trick. Give the website Reputation Defender enough money so that
they just end up creating a second you, who still walks around with mix tapes
in the sweater pocket, being flipped over again and again like a spotless coin.