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The little words cavorting noticed one day that they were being herded into an ever-narrower column in the middle of the page. To the left and the right appeared flickering changing shapes. One day, a group of words noticed that the shapes seemed to shadow them hunter-chameleons changing, echoing, reaching. “George Christian Bush!” a group of words would shout, and the Republican National Committee would reach out a bony link. “Watch what you say!” another group would whisper, and Powells Books would suggest 1984. Soon they began to play with the shapes, to see what they could make them do. “Deep-sea divers report record loss on silly-putty sales under hurricane conditions.” “Writhing newts endanger terms of DVD sales agreement with Finland.” “House of Rising Sun declared winner of new housing start extravaganza with retrograde motion.” The shadows silently shadowed illuminating far corners of mercantile greed outposts of wishful thinking beckoning beckoning to the only intimate the words ever touched you their reader Come HERE No, HERE Psssst, HERE Hey Baby, over heeeeere… you are not whole you need something something else something to fill the lack c’mon open Door Number Three pleeeeeeeeeze me me me me ME!