Meow.
The cat comes out at night.
Swoosh.
The angry neighbor's boot will join him.
Zoom in and you can see the pen strokes.
This is not reality.
There is a man in a suit.
He has just come home from work.
"Hi, Honey!"
His wife greets him with a smile.
Arf, arf.
The dog barks cheerily.
Look below: "See Spot bark at Dad."
This is not reality.
Boom!
The door is slammed shut.
"Shit!"
She yells and throws her books against the wall.
"I can't believe this is fucking happening to me!"
She paces, she screams, she throws things.
There are no pen strokes and no captions.
THIS is reality.
- Feb. 26, 1985, A.D.
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