let us never mutter  I care not for your needs as this didactic presses forth A willful pursuit of an escape from this drive to ride off into the sunset to eliminate myself from further possibilities to kill the dream children of tomorrow hear me two things I have for thine minds: - abuse your bodies in all unsupervised circumstances   no exceptions - kill all of your dreams   along the county line road   between dream and nightmare counties for all of my dreams are nightmares looking through the  diaphanous interstices that they are allow me to speak of transparency my younglings the pursuit of that which is just beyond come sit before me crossed legged as you have been conditioned in a moment I will tell you  I am breathless behind  a conversation  about the elusiveness of artistry but now hear my voice crackle this nugget they are smashing atoms somewhere today I am here drinking tea & educating somewhere they smash atoms I ponder now the need to settle for this my drrrreeeeaaaammmmmm.... awareness strikes thin layers of my skin,  eyelids, nails, and cartilage that there is  my own equivilant of the Higgs Boson at times there is a distance in my work an impenetrable silk and you should ask yourselves my combinations of heads and hearts what is this intention could it be that there is nothing beyond beyond I cannot tell you so I can tell you that in the west there are spaces that are defined and protected by unblemished brass knobs have you seen these these are thresholds where all they know are varying levels of comfort and to arrive there is  to spend more time in the sky than in your arms I am never able to bring myself not to be affected one day my progeny upon landing in San Francisco the clouds will lay down upon  the mountains as if taking a  late afternoon nap they your trustworthy pet in the  late afternoon sun though today is in fact one day it is not the one day  aforementioned so I will tell you presently of my escape my retreat from that alarm  that has already silenced itself the alarm I sounded for myself while sleeping with my glasses  on and my subconscious machinations fully in focus focused on those shar pei mountains banking north to... find... them... just...  beyond... the... water... in the land of the late game a decided lack of translucence  can be a translucence itself I will explain but first hear this my hands are cold while I write not always  most times not always but mostly this  time you must first understand great salience  will not be had by the likes of me and you if you are the  likes of me it will actually be a wandering actually, no, a wondering actually  it will be all that a canine  growls at in the night for a true journey needs an obstruction a debilitating exhaustion of landscape of self of language Driving along the Pacific coast in the rain until the end of the road, without the use of the vehicle's windshield wipers, followed by a sprint to the Pacific Ocean timed to correspond with the cessation of the door ajar alarm.