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Creativity starves insanity
Mysterious correspondence leads to an assignment of tabloid and trash proportions. One in which payment drops before any thing close to forensic dust has a chance to settle on the oil. Conversations with the probationary in waiting only reaffirms the strange circumstances of the entire situation.
With no questions asked on the reason, it was only sane and logical to expend energy and a little chunk of the right shoulder in covering the tracks. Wiping down, wiping across and wiping another scramble, it's a tiring exercise to smear finger prints from over five hundred pages of glossy stock.
Circular and tight motions leave the muscles in the shoulder torn and tearing away for another day of rest. Waking up with the hurt feels like holding a Stretch Armstrong pose for hours on end.
Six hours later and the hope that no fingerprints remain on the envelopes or on the magazines. Even if by the start of the ritual, at least three sets exist.
Casual bystanders may sense fear standing alongside as these envelopes take a dive into the yellow express post box in the morning. All while the person making the drop frets over contact exposure at the very last second.
Soon Van - Monday, 19 June 2006 - 06:28
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