Tuesday, October 30, 2007
This is what happens when you drive to Wichita.
He is very good in the kitchen.  That is why I am driving.  There’s no way I could cook, at least for more than just us two, so that’s why I am driving. Customers would stop coming.  I can’t help but drive, it is the best thing.  There is no better thing.  That is what I mean by best thing.  Not that it is just a good, but that it is the only. That is why I drive, and that is why I put in the tape to cut up the quiet, because quiet is too sad and slow and  this tape is all about the best way to self-actualize, which is to say be happy.  We are quiet, but the tape is loud so that makes the time pass, and two hours is a lot of time to pass.  White line, white line, white stripe. Two of them.  No passing now, even if we could.  The tape is switching sides.  
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