Alter the script. Sacred alphabet. Sacred serif. I’m scared of the discharge of texting. Inherent beam. Easy mis-commune. Sacred dance of trying to get out the way and choosing same direction as your obstacle. Touching never touching never touched. They say I’m a catch. Let’s leave fish out of this. Let’s remove our titanic penis from the Atlantic. Pacific. Indian. Black. Dead. Arctic. Footprint dance step diagram. The arrows. What is read on paper. Black marks. No exactness never shaped nobody. A gentleman. A heathen. I recede into my hairline. I reduce into a potent jus. We are paper waiting to be torn, cut, signed, folded.