Look at your face, unchanging; the copy goes first. Recognizing a break, a bust-up was in order and pushing through when it seems uneasy or hopeless: priceless. Patterns of bad luck don't exist in the realm of magical thinking. It's only money: hot, fake and digital. Wash out in the shadows until all that's left is sand. You'll say even less, and do more than you ever thought you ever could. There are nine cats, each with nine lives, and you must find the cats and live each and every life for them, a surrogate. 9x9=81. You'll say, it's only numbers anyhow. The writing of words will pitch seven shutouts and a scoreless fourth quarter. The exacta of mediocrity will be yours and the kind of castle you build upon it will tell the story until it dies.
