Language,

Go, forth, prosper, as if

Kansas now means any place, we're 

not. Here's Johnny! Knock. 

Knock. Babble on about the need

 

for speed. Keep moving and calling 

upon precedent: deja vu, and 

the ever bastardized call of 

the moon, mourning, and marriage. If

 

one more claims cliche,

I shall throw a fit. Fit, now 

a wonderfully common 

expression. Frankly,

 

my dear, yesterday, my friend 

said she couldn't remember 

the name of her favorite cereal. 

But knew to follow her nose,

 

language our luckiest charm-

that milk was got. Apples jacked. 

Cola Coked. Jack Crackered. A 

wonderful and reckless refurbishing!