Hey, have you heard about the Pie Man?
He bakes and bakes as much as he can.

He toils and broils,
Hurries and worries,
Slurries and scurries.

Yet the baking is never done.

And with that truth
We know the beast has won.

– Third stall graffiti, (2010). Men’s room. Mel’s Truck Stop; Orlando: FL.

Take a minute, my friend, and sit down beside me. There is a world beyond the world beyond the world.

A world that you can never know unless I take you there.

And take you there I must. If I don’t I will most likely bust. I can no longer wait; my pregnant tale claws its way from my lungs to my mouth.

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