Listen to Les chant about Chance’s choice. North. South. East. West. Send. Press send end call press pressure gong sound send sand through throat. Her Ex- exposed her extra explosive excitement. Now she’s here, shoving me into this desert, which is really nothing more than an Ex-plain. Why does she shove? She used to press, but now she wants to hush love. Shhhh. Love. Shlove. She tries to ex-press love. Shove and shout to get the shhhh out. She’s as impulsive as she is pulsive, as impossible as she is possible, as irritable as she is ritable. She’s excessive and cessive, exciting and citing, excruciating and cruciating.
She is static.