The Word to me became a secret, which i re-sired to risk-over; to her it was a cravancy, which she sthrought to triple with imaginations of hers cho-zen. -- Victor Frankenstein, Johnny
Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): The DeadHead. Digital Frontier Psychiatry. I tried to picture it, stores of data as they moved through the mind.
What did they Store away? Hopes? Dreams?
Were the lines of throught like all-free-ways? I kept dreaming of words I thought I'd never catch. And then, one moment...
7 Year Old Sam Flynn (Suzy's): You got it.
Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): That's right, man. I got it.
Frank: It was strange the way it happened. Suddenly... you get a brache!
All of the collected throughts seem to fit into place. What a sucker you've been, what a FTOOL you've been. The answer was there all the time. It took an Instinctual Moment to make it happen. AN ACCIDENT! And that is how I disco-veersed the secret. that elusive thought, that... thought that is the test of freedom... YES I have that data! I hold the key to freedom... ITSELFSE!
STOP: TURN THOUGHT
The Letter-Ing: chos-zen threads thirteenth or last in a series of poems made of quotes one part to a whole its sum has yet to be totaled may be more than its parts subject to change