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Creativity starves insanity
Relief comes in many forms, and in the form guarding the spurting of water into the face, dead and over against the cancerous bowels. Or at least arteries hollow much more and flaking more than dandruff in the heat of public.
Fielding questions from the fence, the look of one appears to be genuine enough. An otherwise dutiful examination of the grounds quick, painless and superficially informative. On recollection of the name and organisation, not a single thing sticks, the transparency all too much and given into the wind. What starts as a check up and simple swap jumps up to look at the integrity of the core, of the amazing ability for the ghost to spook as long as it has been.
On the next round, the spot match of a sponsor, a pseudo uniform for the mouth piece removed. Consultation again with the voices back at base. This time, one with a connecting call on the other end and all the nuances of white noise make starchy. Out, easy to read and one up on the plans with a slight bump in the number enough to suffer the look.
Last round of the day, a lost man. driving home from the supermarkets, school, or any other detour on the way home. Lost? Not lost apparently, here for the same as the others. The family waits in the Tarago. Reeking of tobacco, hands all too eager to rest open the doors, the storm out past anything and everything. No sense in questions then, barging through without a pause to breath, smoking a stick out of fashion. Swearing is thick and the response extremely unwilling, no idea of what the mind reels information on. A collection of disparate foulness, the man's odour and demeanour enough to fill two buckets. Lost? Clueless and with no grasp of the situation, more than just out of the way.
Soon Van - Saturday, 4 March 2006 - 15:57
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