The way things come apart. Information leaks
all over you. Sharon was nude. We refused to eat
on the basis of video surveillance dogma. My salad
is in a persistent vegetative state. Meat means war.

The drums joined in from up above, as though
our scans matched your phone records. Everything
is legal, everything is wrong. I get a bad result
out of you. I can't give you anything but habeas corpus.

Imagine you are playing tennis. Now imagine the ball
breaks the window in a blue house where violins lurk unseen.