Dan Fucks His WAy Out of a Pension?!

PLOT

Son inherits house from Dad after he dies. Lives with mom. She dies. The house is his.

WHAT HAS HAPPENED

To my television?

They took the simple life

Off the air because we

Were just fantasizing about animals

Just sounding like animals.

THOUGHTS AT AN AIRPORT

Where did all the phones come from?

Why is everyone talking on a phone?

Who are they talking to?

Can you hear me?

Security just took the liquor I had in a water bottle and my toenail clippers,

Security felt my body

Like it was really private
And they just photographed my insides.

THOUGHTS OF A CHILD SEEING PORNO

That was it.

OMG!

Don't our bones look like just ghosts?

White shapes usually a foot long

Meant to be inside our skin

Moving through the dark

Isn't there any light inside our bodies?

THOUGHTS OF A WEDDING PARTY CRASHER

We slumped deeper into our seats,

The game just started

And we just started playing

But like really hard

Like this was our moment to silence our critics

Holy shit, I crashed without abandon

Or I abandoned my body

And became like this consciousness floating over the whole field

And the field was becoming red

It was just acrylic paint. But oh my god

I thought that was blood.

Obviously. I thought it was blood

The game just started

I really had no idea what I was doing

THOUGHTS OF SOMEONE SEEING A STATUE AND RECOGNIZING IT IS ANDY WARHOL

What happened at Union Square?

That's a sculpture of Andy Warhol

And that wasn't there before

When did it get here?

Google Andy Warhol Union Square Statue New

Oh it's not new

Oh it's not here anymore

But when it was

It would have made our idea of Andy Warhol happy

Were that idea to have taken on life.

Oh my god.

This whole grammar thing

This whole intuition of airwaves things

It's pretty fucking tricky.

Isn't there any light just inside Andy Warhol?

THOUGHTS OF A SPRING MAIDEN

They took just the simple life

And too far, just like new flowers

Like you look at them and they're all colorful

Like they exist like they're going to be like that

For forever

Like it were real.

When my dad was old he rested

At the foot of wild hills.

THOUGHTS CONCERNING ANDY WARHOL

Andy looks like security looked at him for a long time

The IT guy looked like nobody had ever seen him

The Artist looked like he should have been but wasn't and so he was drunk and was totally okay

For the time being, being drunk

But Andy was really looking

Right

He looked into the tinier bags under our eyes

Into our handbags

Did we have little knives little napkins, little breath mints

Make up little secrets

Always giving them up little and little and so

Their faces may never have changed expression

But so what

THOUGHTS OF THOSE ADMITTED

Security allowed us to pass, gave us simple instruction

Told us, this is simple

They said the small things are actually quite large

Outside of the rooms and corridors,

Outside of the stadium

THOUGHTS OF THOSE NEWLY ELECTED

We celebrated our power

Then with thoughts so big we really had to step back and realize

Reapportion and to customize, to send and receive

Message, to writhe and reapportion, to reapportion

With acrylic paint, the field we slumped deeper into