San Fransisco Forty Niner

I am travelling.

I am shoes.

I am in San Fransisco.

I am lying.

I am the Dark Side.

This is not what it was when it began being, but what it is is what it has become after being what it was. And of course, when it was, it was, but then became else, or other, or before what it was was when it was what it was going to be. When it was, it was being, but then it be'd, so it had to become. What are what things are when they are done being? They are the Dark Side. They are shoes. They are.

But if they are...then aren't they?

No.

Because of the shadows. And the dreams. And loves that are blind. Or stupid, or bitchy, or mean, or bitter, or angry - whether deservedly or not.

There is no deserve. There is. Deserve is for was, or would be, or when? Is is for are, am, did, done. Nothin' is not. Nothin' can be.

And get over your damn self, little girl.