i would enjoy being the clean-up guy for all of those secret agencies, gov’t or not, who always seem to walk away from a bloody or major disaster-like mess during the end to a movie. i’d be paid the big bucks to keep quiet (or threatened with death, which is fine, because i’m secretive), i’d probably have access to such cool things as inter-dimensional transportation, or that highly potent chronic. yeah. inter-dimensional chronic. right the-fuck on. the word is a series of grunts, of movements made, un/seen, allowing for the travel of one’s own being to those around, whether in single dartings or spread-like patterns.