Media of Unknown Origin: Our lives are spent drowning in a boundless run-on sentence of meaninglessness punctuated by occasionally getting to help an animal achieve orgasm. Jason, I Do Not Know It Yet: It happened again. Jason has definitely noticed it too, but he shouts his lines into the mic, center stage. The Invention: Duuuuude, this is a SICK cave painting. Treat, Jack, Halcateon: That week we stayed at a hotel, all paid for by the apartment while they were doing some ridiculous fumigating, stands out in my mind. I don’t know why. But at least once every day, when I am picturing her, that’s where I still see her. Questions: Some questions. Poems: Pink; Green; Figurine Man. ## ζ