Taking the Pressure Off

I sit quietly writing at NUFF Restaurant in NE MPLS. It is close to my "humble abode." This vicinity is a bit of a dead zone for me. There is very little to say. It is constant clearing every day. I will go to my mom and Larry's for dinner tonight. My uncle is coming too as well. Why go past the page we are on? I see the theory I am living by is that the people in vicnity of my life as a quiet authority that needs to be answered properly. People in the eye of media know nothing of this type of authority to torture or to set free. I must just move in this zone as I shake the rest of the illegal that says it is legality. They are crazed and crazy. I will not have mine humiliated until they walk into a realm that I cannot see. All are set for that trade. It is time for my relatives to put together their "gift baskets" for Hollywood, DC, and NYC, while humming the tune of world royalty. See what happens as they try to convince you that you are NOTHING, by pretending that they do not know or remember you. Let's just start with Walker Art "facility."