C:\USERS\ISAAC >  open  C:\Impulse\Expulse.raw

The dust settles
On the fans and the plans.
Looking like a double "2",
You try to see like one.
See or look.
Or just a look-see.

Laughing at nothing is a common thing for you.
The strangest has come,
The strangest has left.
The strangeness is correct.

Every spring,
Every water,
Every drop has a secret.

They sing to him in the form of river.
He jumps to the bank
To get his money's worth.
It's an organized procedure to him.
He sinks his head in the ground,
In the rocks and in the sound.

A random pattern is heard.
Two, Three, Ten, Five, Twenty.
One Hundred, Thirty-One, Two.
A, G, I, S.
North, East, South, West.
His, My, Her, Them.
Great, Rough, Green, Tan.

Giant mispronounciations and hidden truths.
One more thing,
Don't get lost...



"Sadness for a screen,
Sadness for a screen."
He sells his money for a screen,
To get his money's worth.
Lost files and hidden documents
Not worth the oxide their printed on.

Old memories of times still here
Hidden in words of the past.
One more thing,
It's all on impulse.

Next day he found a .raw.
He walked towards it.

It said,
"Why do you live with frantic?"

He said,
"I live to take the time."

It said,
"Why do you do the things you do?"

He said,
"To me, it's not impulse, it's expulse."

It said,
"Why do you need to get rid of?"

He said,
"The questions people seek."

It said,
"Take me to the sky.{?}"

He said,
"Gladly."

To the sky he went.
And the time he spent
He used to solve the problem.
He saw a new opportunity
To make a new sanitation.

It consisted of three notes.
Two for show and one to go.
The go note did the work
Of tasting the ground for dirt
To get it's money's worth.
It cleaned like Ben one.

And when sanitation was complete,
He went to .raw.

He said,
"The last words are gone."

It said,
"So that means we've won."

He said,
"What should we do?"

It said,
"Wait for the next."