what's it the bottle?

Fish.

That's what she said. So I had fish and now i'm hungry.

Went into the cyberspace again to try to find what people can't tell me, maybe I was not asking the right people. And my monitor tells me the market is across the street... I should had known.

No schedule and no hurry, my mind sets there again, in the blank canvas of time, and I can see how wrong I was, while my neck keeps popping; need to take a break and I wonder what's really in the bottle? I may need to turn off the TV.