This is where I want to go. And so by design, since you are reading this along with me, you must agree. You have no choice. You want to listen to their voice. Is. Voices. These. Are. Voices from the. Fictionary. Hand pictionaried. Be there in a red flyer wagon. Be there in a wheelbarrow. Be there floating in red gin and the ink of narcissus. Break your mirrors and listen.