Rememberize

I need to rememberize when to pay my bills.

“Wow. Those things he smelled are all the things I rememberize doing last on the Dog Planet,” stated Max. He became oblivious to his surroundings as his recollections engulfed his attention. “First I rolled in rottened peaches…yeah, that’s what I did…and then I went to Summerland and rolled in the seaslime grass.[…]”

You teach me to write what the books say . . . you say you write what you read, you rememberize it. […] You and me, we talk about what you read, what we write, what we rememberize while we sit at our fire . . . a fire like this one.

But whatever cumbles—you lessening?—don’t let me hear that you hopped a wabash or slitched your licklechick in a flammery, all for your blooey grubstake! Right? And rememberize, always rememberize: Fuck ’em, babe. Fuck ’em.