The following is to be read while listening to “Washing Cycles”:
washing cycles only have one cycle. it’s to wash. the lights are dawning. the sirens are dying. hearts are
melting. they stood too close to the microwave. a new call to order was dawned. the dogs are
screaming. barking is so twentieth century. we’ll call it. we’ll curry our boots if we have to. a man has to
eat. a man has to remember his destiny. a man doesn’t know his destiny. he will only know his destiny
when he meets it. it’s sort of like falling in love I guess. I suggest riding on ferris wheels. it’s always
worked for me. until then, it’s all repetitive.