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Right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left. She imagined her feet as not being there, she was simply floating, rotating slightly side-to-side as a force propelled her body. She giggled at the thought of not having feet. How bizzare she thought. Right, left. Everyone has feet. No, she frowned, except the people without feet. She giggled again. The people without feet have no feet. Why don't they have any feet? They just don't have them. Maybe they were removed. Right, left, right left. Feet were so funny. She wondered what would it like to be all purple. Purple is nice, especially dark purple. Ha, ha. She smiled as she went. Right, left, right, left. Purple. Purple, purple, purple, purple, purple. Purple and maroon, purple and maroon, what a lovely thing to do as purple and maroon on the moon. Swaying gently. Right, left, right, left. Into the night, swaying. If she was all purple, she considered, that would be very interesting. If she was all black she wouldn't be able to be seen at night, though. Right, left, right, left. She fizzily gazed over all of the domain of feetsville. Yes, it had something to do with feet. She began to skip. Skip, skip, skip, now she was just bounding. Whew! That was too tiring. Where was she? Probably in the right place. Yes in the right place. She remembered to check the little paper. The little paper was very important, that's what they said. It looked just like the sign. What a colorful sign. Ha, ha. Right left, right, left. She continued on. She opened the door. She felt lovely. Superb, superlative, just super. Simply supreme. She began to lethargize slightly and went up the stairs, right, left, right, left. Up one onto the square. Up another. Right, left, right left. At last. This must be the door. What a great door it was. It smelled good. She opened it up. It wasn't the door, inside there were colours and flashing lights. What a grand experience! She gazed in awe. Someone tugged her inside and she willingly accepted to their touch. The noise was so... profound. Her whole thing was blowing up. She sat down to experience the wondrous... mmmmmmmmm.. someone touched her. She loved this. Now they were urging her, patting her on the back. She felt great. She decided to get up. She felt great. Right, left, right, left. The colours were fantastic. The sounds were magnificent. Oh, hummmmmmming, ooohhh... She took off her sandals and continued on. Right, left, right, left. Into the door. The noise was thumping. She walked over to the bed. She wanted to feel great. She wanted to lie down. Right, left, right, left, OUCH!! Suddenly her toe throbbed. She had hit the bed. She cried at the horrible pain. The terrible, woeful pain. She lay down. The warm bed was like a cloud, and suddenly the door opened and someone entered. The lights stopped her from crying and she looked up at the girl.

"Hello."

A musical instrument was playing.

"Hello"

She touched it.

"Hey!"

Hello. Hello. Hello. Tunnels. Great enormous tunnels filled with purple energy. Purple flashy energy. One tunnel.

She reached out through the tunnel. The tunnel laughed. Then it was dark, and stuffy. The tunnel was gone. She checked to see if she had eyes. Nope. Her face was soft and fluffy. Her face was a cloud.

"I love you, cloud"

Something made a sound. She thought it was the purple energy.

"Nope, no face, no energy" she said, "I love the cloud"

She felt the cloud. It felt good. It was a nice cloud. A nice fluffy, safe, dark cloud. She was the cloud. She was a nice fluffy, safe -

Ah, ha, ha. The purple energy was there now and it was making more music.

"What?"

It was beautifully played. A masterpiece of modern music.

"I love you too"

"My name isn't cloud." it laughed.

"No I was talking to myself"

"Oh are you a cloud?" The beautiful voice wondered.

"Yes. I am a cloud" Said the cloud.

"I like clouds." Said the voice.

"Me too" Said the cloud. The voice stopped. It was warm and she could smell the purple energy.

"Are you the purple energy?" the cloud finally emitted.

"What?"

"I love you"

Then the purple energy moved over and lay down in the cloud.

"I love you too." said the purple energy, which was the voice.

It was beginning to become very warm. The cloud tugged at the purple energy's surface and it came off. Wow. The purple energy vibrated the cloud - no - It was laughing. She thought it was a storm. Then the energy kissed the cloud. She was numb. The cloud was all numb and it siezed the energy, gently, enveloping it. The energy connected with the cloud and momentarily released to breathe. The cloud was all soft and wet. She was beginning to think she was a very heavy cloud, perhaps one that was about to rain. But the cloud was numb and soft, and the energy continued to electrify the cloud as the storm began. The energy smelled good, and it felt good, and it was taking away the shell of the cloud and it looked good and it tasted good as well. All that was left was a cloud and energy and there was nothing else and everything was hot but the cloud didn't mind and the energy was electrifying. The energy and the cloud together emitted a noise it was two pitches that were really three pitches. There were three or maybe four that sounded like singing, but forever holding the note as the energy electrified the cloud, and the cloud may have been numb, but it had the energy as well. Then the cloud was the energy, and the energy was the cloud. It began to caress the cloud with it's careful extensions of delicately energetic appendages. The cloud moved around and suddenly it was just a cloud with energy. The cloud with energy began to contract and expand as if it was going to explode. Eventually it did in a flourishingly fantastic cease of everything in which time was suddenly frozen as it emitted energy in very large waves and became just a cloud. Space. There was nothing. The cloud rearranged itself and it realized that there was another cloud and the clouds kissed and fell asleep.

Laura opened her eyes. I thought I was at my friend's place, she thought, where am I? Shutting her eyes she tried to block out the noise. It wouldn't go away. She rose off a bed, her clothes still on her. Then the wave of hunger hit her and she nearly fainted. Rolling over onto her stomach she waited a moment, examining her surroundings and trying to remember. Something happened. She had to eat. She slowly got up and made her way into the "kitchen" of her little apartment. A gas stove for cooking food. She put the pan on and started frying bacon. She was eating Canadian bacon, and she was Canadian. She must be really doing something right - yes she was. As she lifted her fork to her mouth examining the delicious flesh of a warm pig. She ripped it apart, hungrily devouring it. Saliva poured out nearly causing her to drool.

Then it went black. Awakening, Laura gazed at the fork on her plate in an awestruck epiphany. Rising from the couch, she siezed the fork; lifting the plate as a distant idea. She walked carefully into the kitchen and put the plate down. Confidently ripping the drawer out she beheld the truth: the forks were upside down. Slowly the drawer was shut and the plate put in the sink. She was walked to her couch and laid down, reaching for the remote and turning on the television. She wasn't really Canadian. This was too much to handle, she thought, and suddenly all of her energy disappeared rendering her limply vigilant. The sun fell down and the music came back and climbed up, up, up!

It's sort of hard to relate Laura. She's doing some drugs and she feels pretty good about it. Riding on the tide. So she goes up and down. Laura's all around. And like's the taste. Of chocolate ice-cream, too. Sugar sweet into her mouth the lips devour the tongue comes out and reaches up to find and lick the one last bit of it. The stuff is good. The stuff is good. Laura likes a little love. Out her mouth comes a saxaphone. Quiet soft. I think so too. I like to talk to her in the mind zoo. I think about Laura, she rides the tide. Tired and tried she likes abide and she's very amicable too. A genius and she always stays up on the top. She'll never come down.

Remember when you were young?

She tries so hard inside and out, but that's beside the point. So while she's having sex with another girl she realizes her destiny which is to have another orgasm over and over, and over and back. Enjoy her life that's not on track. They told her to return but she didn't for the lack of a cookie proffered as the ultimate reward she was free! Free! breaking the chains and soaring up, and up and up in pain Stopping to sleep and then

She never betrays herself. In utter cool and calm she recites herself. Magnifying enslavement just for that which she leans on as a crutch - for what? She is alive and well in society awakening only for that which pertains directly to her and she is a true Amerikan. She's checking out items all day long at the gourmet food store. Her friend hooked her up. But she's still in a haze. Shower and emerge clean, yet in a dream. So she plays to be bored once a customer comes. There's someone watching her. They come over and check out at the other casheir in the small, aromatic store. It is a passing moment in the land of robotics. Tried and true, scanned back and forth. Nothing of it. Staring ahead and napping inside. But she's never really tired, she only lacks energy. Her hours adjust to become that of a lifestyle and when her brain tries to conclude and move on from that thought, it returns and safe.

So her hands are clenched in another ritual of dopamine. Injecting happiness and stuff. One, two, one, two. Simulation underground, a little confused, don't think that you're used, she put herself here with them and we love each other in a brain race so everyone wins and love love love love

She's walking again. She doesn't like to drive. It's too expensive. It's too fast to think.

She's putting her left foot forward again and again, and her right. When was that far away time to which her life was a memorium? Where was that place, long ago, where she began the construction of her first human characteristics? It must have been wonderful, imagination without having to pay for it, and no addiction.

So she bought the product in a box and locked away her younger thoughts, but when the spontaneity stopped the clock stopped tocking, she got on her rocker

Nevermore, more than ever, something like that is now, perhaps.

So she kept putting her right foot forward, and her left, moving on something that was not a continuum. It was a sort of starscape, she could touch all the stars, they were so much more than points. Her face was blank right now so they wouldn't know.

They had guns and trucks. They would smush it up and throw her in a jail cell. They didn't understand. But some people, some other people who were like her knew, and they understood, and it was ok for them to be with her. It was like they were in a forest, a forest with shade but without any trees, and not a shadow at all. So every day she floated from and back to her forest on feet, just to see if she could do it. They all did it, and they lived for it.