[1] The Update is not
‘finger clicking good’—it sucks;
[2] The Update looks like bubblegum anime sunny saccharine happy
meal icons;
[3] I recoil until I end up pulling a muscle in my pleasure
center;
[4] This development creates a 15 percent sense of pleasure,
on one side, all day long…;
[5] …To the extent that I begin to resent right-sided
pleasure;
[6] I wonder, instead, about pleasure registering 14 percent
and lower—there, in the realm of ‘low pleasure’ (I reckon) a person may dwell;
[7] One example of a ‘low pleasure’ might include the
arrival, finally!, of the subway—not the subway itself (which sucks!) but the
fact of its arrival;
[8] There’s a chance, therefore, that I’ll be ferried to my
destination but in a herky-jerky besieged noise polluted intercom fritz replete
with nasty burning smell, i.e., it is Decay;
[9] Decay and Update share certain characteristics, in fact,
Decay and Update might meet on the Continuum, where an erosion of systems may abut
an erosion of services;
[10] Are there issues?, there are issues, what’re the
issues?, the issues could be remedied by an Update, or the issues could be
relegated to Decay;
[11] I decide to go for a pint;
[12] I alight in a pub where a patron orders a craft beer,
pays with a 10, receives no change, and the beer arrives in a nine ounce
‘goblet’, not a sixteen ounce pint glass;
[13] (Omitted owing to superstition);
[14] I leave the pub;
[15] O, the lonesome city at sunset, O, the lonesome city;
[16] What’re my options?—Hostility?, Casual Modesty?,
Impeachment of Liberal Values?, A Life Lived in Error?, Creating and Enduring
Blockages?;
[17] I eliminate Casual Modesty, I eliminate A Life Lived in
Error, I eliminate Hostility, but I cannot choose between ‘Impeachment of
Liberal Values’ and ‘Creating and Enduring Blockages’;
[18] My mind drifts, I think about Clint Eastwood, I think
about Blondie, I think if they’d ever gotten married they’d have been Dirty &
Debbie Harry;
[19] Many forces act upon my body: gravity pulls me
downward, but the moon pulls me upward, I always know where the moon can be
found in the daytime sky;
[20] I used to be 5’11”, I’m now 5’10” and a half, but I think I could still find love.
[20] I used to be 5’11”, I’m now 5’10” and a half, but I think I could still find love.
