Selfish Statement:

Relax...brew yourself a rich, dark, Italian roast, & steam that cream into a frenzy. Cut the lights, flare up those scented candles & retreat…simply retreat. Shrink like toasted cling film, or boil over like that frothing mass on the stovetop…Quickly, switch back, back to reality, but only long enough to turn down the flame & sensuously skim a thick foamy blanket onto that aromas blend of European delight & then… return back to serenity. Sweet tones dance into your ears & softly awaken your dormant spirit, you cry & then smile, another tear… laughter… sighs of elation, you have no control for you are finally alive & remember nothing of that other place. Looking outside of your window, you see a world granulate, sweeten, & dissolve. This very ‘real’ place is melting away & everything you own is slipping with it, you are naked, have nothing to offer, why then should this feel so…so…so home. Quickly, switch back, back to reality, turn on your Mac OS 3 million & wipe away those pearls of dew from your sweet baby blues, take aim & double click the browser, now type, www… go on you can do it…selfishsounds…(stop laughing)…com (too many dots so try again)…Oh my God, a celestial vision unfolds before your very eyes, but go on don’t quit now… navigate… projects…BUY NOW (the whole damn catalogue)…go on keep slipping away…cousin Harry…aunt Hilda…they need it…its all just details, Mastercard, Visa, checks, (no cash please!)…go on, you’re almost there…one more step…SUBMIT…Quickly, switch back… back to serenity…