Life. Is not virtual. Life is not virtual. Life.Is.Not.Virtual.
I’m the real thing. I’m alive. I’ve got it all. Feelings. Thoughts. Sex. Sensation. It’s all. Real.
When I see the empty windows. The wild style. The paint on the bricks. It’s real. I’m one hundred percent.
I’m the butterfly. I gotta butterfly to be.
So you just go ahead. You do whatever it is you think gotta do. While you’re doing that, I’ll be living. You can catch up later on. Mebbe. Like I said.
That’s what it was all about anyway. Right?
Um. Do I know you?