Korridorium

♫ Lost in an Aquar­ium ♫

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II enter the cor­ri­dor. Kil­roy was already there. I climb the Cheops pyra­mid. Kil­roy was already there. I hurry into the clinic. Kil­roy was already there. I squeeze myself into the kiosk. Kil­roy was already there. I wade knee-deep into the Caspian Sea. Kil­roy was already there. I stroll through the colon­nades. Kil­roy was already there. I curve through Cape Town on my KTM. Kil­roy was already there. I pay the cream­ery a brief visit. Kil­roy was already there. I take another look into Kafka. Kil­roy was already there. I climb into the canoe. Kil­roy was already there. I stag­ger into the can­tina. Kil­roy was already there. I kneel in the cathedral’s nave. Kil­roy was already there. I crawl into the cat box. Kil­roy was already there. I come, con­ster­nated, into the kitchen. Kil­roy is sprawled on the couch, sur­rounded by cracker crumbs, catch­ing Kar­dashi­ans on the tube, and asks: “Yo, woman, what took you so long?”

Kil­roy: