And so as Bernie turned into a butterfly the silly myths of the Casino Blasters dream shedding behind him as irrelevant as they were when they started – when we started – where we were when we were where we started…..
Only this time, harder and harder and harder too see, until finally…..
There was no longer a memory of the past left to focus on because the impending future had grown so large that the remembrance of the past had simutaneously bled into a vision of the future…
Holy shit, I’m going out to sit on the hillside and enjoy the sun, it just got really nice outside….
:3eyes:
see ya’ round the watercooler.