I remember Costco. I remember Costco and how they sold books. How I bought a
Ripley's believe it or not and how I believed every word. I remember how I believed every word but how none of it seemed real to me. How nothing seems real to me, especially after a very real dream. I remember that very real dream when I kissed her. I remember how I kissed her and how that ruined everything. How I ruined everything and how I'm trying to fix it. How I fixed our computer. How the computer seemed to rule my life. How ruling my life was never done by me but always by others.
I remember how others go to Costco and how others have things happen to them that never become real to them and how they ruin things and they fix things and how they're lives are ruled by people other than themselves.
I want to go to Costco and tell them that this is all real
that you're dreams can become real, but first you've got to wake up
and stop trying to fix the damn computers in your life, they are only controlling you
and you can't let that happen
because this is all so real.
