In our dream we gave you everything you want. Dance sequences. Sequences, period (think that’s how it translated from Japanese). Fame and money. Yet you throw it all away to get some privacy? We do not understand. Please explain the slapping, the red ass (translation?). Illinois?
Shelley put down the letter she received from up above. Beyond the clouds, even. Perhaps even beyond the sun and moon and stars. Pitch black up there. Bible. All Japanese. She couldn’t read to the end; too painful. Red again. Cheeks if not ass. But punishment nonetheless. Michael.
“Yess??”
Sunklands 