She looked at him sleeping soundly and then

She looked at him sleeping soundly and then carefully placed a peppercorn under each of his eyelids before leaving the apartment. She thought, "It's my quaint little way of saying

I hope you awake in moderate to severe discomfort and develop fearful delusions of paranoia". Although they wouldn't actually be delusions in this case, since my long-term plans

involved escaping this place. I was going to build a helicopter from my nail cuttings, eye lashes and pieces of old skin. With this helicopter I would navigate to a

-uburn, Idaho. It's the only place I could think of where life there would surely kill my dream. My dream had to die because

I said its name for the last time. "Potato farmer invents blue, potato-fueled Boise headphones" was too wordy to bother saying. I kept "Counting Sheep" alive, as well as a dream of

Wordy rappinghood. The Tom Tom Club was performing that song in my living room. I filmed it. The sheep loved it too. Neighbours came to visit I hadn't seen all winter! Utterly cool

people that I never noticed hanging around me all of these years. They were short and thin and they had sticks for arms. Genius of Love was drawing them across threshold from their

two-dimensional homes. The stick people could not resist the Tom Tom Club's dulcet tones. Right under my nose they had quietly asserted themselves into my neighborhood. They held

a fence post 76 miles northeast from Butte, Montana. And there it stands to this very day, waiting for Godot.