ZILCH NETWORK
By : Iris P. Concepcion

Found a way out of the useless words sprouting, eggless and unbobbingly. Just do not read.

Two considerations, I was musing a line, perhaps, having desynthesized by the thirty seven million data my mind keeps on replaying over a couple of days. It was from a film. It made me want to barf---the sublime greediness of the scheme. Ritchie should have megged this instead. Truly a functional spread of covert immortality.

I therefore reread my short stories, the pseudo chick lit I wrote as an ode for the little one. I struck out the messy insertions of that despicable, tawdry, three-lettered word. I really do not like lines bearing the silly and sissy "yet". It is not direct. I just struck out its superfluous appearances in my immaculate lines because the word itself connotes plasticity. The word is unwelcome.Totally. I could not trace why the peed word rained on my pages like acid.

As I am mind streaming, I formed an ad line : "Experience honesty........with us." I don't know where to use it. Bank ad? A sanitary napkin ad? Infomercial for breast enhancement programs? Tremendously, my brain, tremendously revolts. I am fearing I will develop the spiral hair of Toph's brother here. How is he?

For the words flown at my direction despite the short circuits doing poodled hops, the valentine group, gracias. I have heard the loudest because I have felt the deepest. Pride is not something I bullhorn via the aquaducts. You know that by now.

Here, though: It tickles me to death that when I look at things around me, in any medium, the world class superiority of the unique craftsmanship, the brains behind them-----it tickles me haywire that these people, these crazy, unbrady bunch, have put out the garbage from the corn's gate one time. They even made my fictional turtle first class, via a moisturizer ad. Equating it with an event during the Eisenhower years.

All of the usual suspects? Ya know, yar loved. Genuinely.