The Bees In My Stomach

I Don't Know These People And They Aren't My Flowers.

Our Names Were Made For Us In Another Century.

I'll Think About Things For Thirty Or Forty Years Before I'll Write It.

I Thought About It For Awhile, Hiding It From The Rest Of My Mind. But I Didn't Ruin My Birthday By Secretly Thinking About It Too Hard

I Like To Think (it Has To Be!) Of A Cybernetic Ecology Where We Are Free Of Our Labors And Joined Back To Nature, Returned To Our Mammal Brothers And Sisters, And All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace.