I turned the light out and the pink teddy bear, with the white paws caught sight of my peripheral. I didn't know if any one else free of a constant stabilitator said God and His Son's name out loud, so no one'd be attacked by the delicately hued monster. I wonder if these facultied fears are as authentic apart from the cerebral cortex .. its unique existence shifts, from thought to thumb type, and I didn't want to lose my thought, so I typed it. Reproduced for permanence, and magnified meaning, parce que, why don't I want to forget .. it's a mental exercise to master mental monsters, and they're as real as they are fighting as they are seeking a shield from .. I wondered if it's ok to see what you think like a film, le cinema, a movie. Or if that was critical thinking, or if je was in the wake of bumping into Breton and know him. And he'd think Nadja and I'd make good friends, but she'd know I couldn't trust her .. she'd never know what I'm thinking because I'm always thinking, and I don't know if she'd be able to keep up pace with my mind's run .. she's paranoid in a way.. and I don't want to be where she is .. and I wondered if the hand goodbye reminded him of Elle .. Fierce and hungry eyes I exit .. exhausted .. I go .. I beckon myself like Beckett ..

Coming, I answer ..