Breaks from the Note-Taking

Don’t excuse a thing; they laugh. A dirty gesture that festers…and pardon the rule breaks, the cursive demands it. Zero filter from quill to page. Never one for unique-looking words, so the Daemon powers through my Zombie form, so if they’re going to do the work……

There’s no setting sun, and the sky-scrapper tidal activity of a moon that eats stars got you down? Whether the weather gets better, your case is the vetter of the puppets at the burlesques show against arguably a ghost that skips the skin, the best chaser following sins, puts the pins and needles on notice, sniffing out the doubts in your murderers, planet ender or car thieves. A narc on the narcs, maybe, but without a compass, will lead you to the kid nap victim in the infinite morass. NO PICTURES!

CALL NOW!!!!

I don’t know who you have in your heads… no more doctors for a spell. It might insult them. A least. It’s the teetering on a wood bridge without the wood that puts that cramp in your foot that makes you panic while you swim. Is she there? Can she hear me? Who created who? They pretend that their arrival was sudden, like three tequila shots at lunch before the regret kicks in. But it’s—There was this drop and a fall…up. When I say I arrived, I mean I woke to the rumbling engine of an all-American V8 in a smooth idle fresh to my spine. (Years somehow since I felt it that way last) It was Monday,03:37. Gloves I’ve never seen before glimmered with a blood moon hue on the tactical knuckles as I, assumingly, white-knuckling the steering wheel. Out of breath? Abundantly so. The review explains my awkward resting view of a perpendicular park job my neighbors wouldn’t appreciate, and I’m in a black bandana across the mouth, eyes as burned as the smell of filter-less cigarettes chain-smoked and put out directly in the pleather seats. Last thing I recall? Stripping to underwear and t-shirt, setting up the background Futurama to enjoy my Ambien to. That was Friday and 21:00 hours. What a slow-release technology….although, never found that pill bottle. Former lover expects me to thank her, but won’t tell me why….And that random red hair…..