that i can't see the tiniest of all things. the red inside the black. so small , fragmented, and tweaky. i don't know what they are, but they compose every single thing. hmm, mostly red. god damn, a dog is howiling a frightening message. what the fuck are you? still and alwayus mostly red. it's like when you rub your eyes, only smaller. somebody, please, pretty please, walk up to je me to tomorrow and say, ' ican see electrons'. then i'll say 'me too' and then something elese will happen and so on. neice talkin with ya. hmm, even the green is made of red. why is that?