Exhibit Het(ii)

[note: do not proceed unless you have been through all Exhibit Het's prior material]



01/10/04 [logo]

But who am I? (Yes.) I am no patronizing know-all

narrator, no(t a) marathonic messenger who crumbles, expiring

after twenty seven miles of speed-spires and a word: /Nike/.

I am no artless metaphor—Greek moving-van with meaning in

its bed. My bed comforts crazies, monks, and boswells:

I am Benjy, Bede, and Botkin all in one, the essence of

narrative synthesis, united in some seventies recording prophet’s

silent accord, and the syncopated scraping of my quill is

the new jazz that psychedelic rocker could not pre-empt.