Binary

There’s a baby that morphs into a lady in a blink. Another flicker and the baby that is a lady seems to be floating towards the ceiling of my bedroom. Like a balloon. [I am not drugged, hush.] Bopping into bumping the glass window--- thick, thick, thick.
There’s a baby that morphs into a mother looking at the baby that morphs into a lady in a blink. Flickers, the mother is feeling her worry in her dreams--- What if her baby that morphs into a lady were meant to fly? [She is just a baby, hush, but let her fly.]
There’s a baby that morphs into a lady in a blink. Flicker--- The baby is flying---
Flicker---The baby is falling----
Flicker----The baby that is a mother is now screaming---
[Wake up, hush.]
Today says time marks 1: I am
a microphone in a box labeled 201 to some 20 ranging between, Time says, 19-21. Oh how pristine, how clueless, errr, these brains of self-assurance in a cloistered universe. Soon, soon--- this invisible cackle---- you will all turn into RATS!
[Come, come, be a robot, a vampire, or a zombie like me.]
HA_HA_HA
There’s a memory of a young zombie named Yorierik. On the day that boxes of news screeched about workers fainting in a giant septic tank, Yorierik ran between the traffic of gawking cars, screaming,
“THE ZOMBIES ARE COMING! THE ZOMBIES ARE COMING!”
HA_HA_HA
I said to one girl holding a book with a white cover of spheres [a member of a writer’s club, I winced], “Is that required reading? Do you like it?”
She says, “My friends are talking about her so----”
I laugh, “What do you think of the book design?”
She says, “The layout? It’s done by Adam David---”
All in that tone of enlightening some corporate Philistine like yours zombie about this somebody.
HA_HA_HA
Kids.
Dear MaDa, Your child is still very much insane. Just last night she dreamt of jumping off the building. And last Sunday, she was walking the edge of a swimming pool, teetering tempting that tottering to fall down…down…down…She is not talking. She would rather watch the History Channel. She is thinking that one day she would just stop moving. The rest is noise. There’s a baby that morphs into a zombie in a blink.
[She has gone silent, hush, the bomb tick tick tick…]
Today, the experiment is on binary questions unanswerable by yes or no or three words.
HA_HA_HA
I am looking at the Prose Entries of the Neil Gaiman’s People’s Choice Charoo:
I am trying not to be bored.
HA_HA_HA