2:21_02.13.2007: intake valve set to negative three...

under the skin, below the capillaries and wriggly bloody veins, beyond the deep purple pulsing pockets and pretty blue patches, through the solid smooth and shimmering skull, past the fluid that tastes of diluted yet bitter apircots that you brain floats gracefully in omitting car crashes and roller coaster, deep within the fabric of the noggin, those fat udon noodle like cords, beyond the storm clouds of magical electric explosions sending messages about pooping and hunger, beyond the cluster of subconscious receptors telling you, you want that boat, you NEED that boat, just beyond the center most flappy curl that resides deep within like the center of a cinnamon roll like the center of the earth is a little patch of grass, softly lit under a dim light, the likes of which you'd find in a garden in late spring, a little you sits, twiddling your thumbs looking ahead and breating gently, fantasizing of the wonderful fictitous adventures of little samurai, steven segal the samurai, shrunk down in size to 11.5 inches and sent out to contact and transport back a most important member of an endangered form of jack rabbit, resist the rabit does but eventually agree he does, and through wasteland past man and beast steven and the rabbit travel toward salvation for both the rabbits species and mans.

the question lingering ever in the back of the little samurai steven segal's mind: do i want to prevail?