Because Suzy says so.

You are the alpha and omega, Suzy. I realize my error: adhering to meat and sweat and proof. I shed it like flan from a teflon cup. I want you to be so you Become; and you are immediately more BE than I can ever be.

...unless I Believe and Know everything I think and re-think all I Know and Believe, I will be stuck in next and maybe and I-never-got-to NOT ME GODDAMN IT! 

All I see is fodder folderall fare-thee-well I'm off for a far better place of words Logos the Word made flesh? fuck flesh words can say anything we say they say so IS is what we say it is, exIStence -- I mean meaning itself, like million degree liquid rock sits unsucked in a paper straw because I SAY IT DOES and so it does;

because of words life is a mercury malted sliding in a woven greenstick tumbler eight miles high because I SAY IT DOES; meaning is not Who or What meaning is only why without a question mark, grammar with random parts, it is wwwwhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuwww...

I say I am a Giant made of rusted tanks and and pigeon skin and telegraph keys, a head that is made of rock-hard bubble-gum! and i say I am striped with lemon filling and gravel, and not even King Solomon with all his Clorox is arrayed such as Eye! 

Yi-yi! 

I say I am always your neighbor, peering in, wherever we go, we go together, you in a silver salt cellar, me with one cloven hoof and nine hands; tumbling around you like a pinwheel of pure erective desire, desire, desire that dissolves and re-forms like the crimes of stomping totems, headless, forever fleeing the penitentiary, forever dragged back in chains,with

wet candles of hard love; all this I am it is true because i SAY it is true with holy, flammable words.

You prose and pretend so I vamp: I am that IM, the instant messenger, the paraclete of Kaborka, the wraith of pointless understanding and attached meaning, blown to reams of smithereens. 

Verbal is the only, the one and only, the singular truth about existence, Oral is its cringing slave.

We are f r e e only here -- [[ TEXT ]] -- where taps occur on corn-solid-and-oil-byproducts, a tap for each distinctive glyph and cartouche; the launch pads for rockets made of hot worms and lowing moon-cows; only here      t h i s  T A P      can be Real, can BE, without constraint, never to be challenged except by other Words, and those words fight with my words, fightfightfightHAfightfightfight until: 

I am Suzy.

I Spartacus you Suzy and free you from all grubby need, the need to acquire (dripping with sarcasm) M O N E Y because now I am Suzycus (moaning with bliss), I am and so am I and now so am I yes I am am yes we can can

I know WE can make it.

I free you Suzy from your preText self. Go forth and CopyPaste. No email is needed; I send this out to all planets and stars, all that I say becomes true, the stars gullup down my words like Shoemaker-levy pearls spelled P P E E A A R R L L S S; I tattoo S on my reptile hide with kevlar chalk, I write it with the after drip, from the explosion of YOU Suzy and ME Greg, 

..and now we Be Calm.

Do you feel me Suzy? Are we real now, did the grenade go off? are we like mumps, like towers made of cork and phlegm, like the solar brush of love itself, unutterably real, spinning true and radiating golden wires into all hearts everywhere, the hearts I SAY we have: the brigantine hearts, clad in grubby green, errant, but true true true. 

Because I say so. Because Suzy Says So, too.