They say I couldn't live in the past--but

They say I couldn't live in the past--but now I rent a time-share in the 80's.

My apartment has a desk constructed of rubik's cubes with a Mac 128 on it. Each day of my vacation in the 80's I put on my mullet wig, acid washed jeans & pink leg warmers, and

Went to the gym, it was quiet and there was not many people there but it seemed full as an hour earlier I had taken a shit load of acid and was hallucinating like hell.

The treadmills and barbells were warping and melting, and I constantly had to feel myself to stay in touch with reality. I forgot I took LSD and I was stuck in a time loop during w

eight lifting. Up & down, up & down. My biceps swelled before my eyes, which had grown stalks. I rotated in a multidimensional eternity until my arms stretched to the floor.

My heart was pounding. How would I impress the girl behind the counter now? Maybe she wasn't into Stretch Armstrong The Snail impressions. I hastily tried to make all my appendages

stop obeying my evil twin sister's sub-vocal commands. I'd never impress the girl if sis kept having my limbs extend and

then shrink again. So there I was in front of her, with different parts of my body growing and shrinking, thanks to my sister. The girl was impressed when my head ballooned up and

And yet, I broke the paradox. I suppose I break a lot of things, come to think of it. I have a broken arm, a broken marriage, and now, I add a broken paradox to my collection.