and when we got in the apartment - i shut the door, and looked at her immediately. "the emerald dragon," i whispered. "one of us should geta job so we can track the dragonsblood, find who's buying it, get some type of tracking on them, you'll follow them loosely and i'll work there. don't you see?" --- and she looked at me, bewildered. "what?" "okay, see - i'll work at the emeralddragon - dragon, see? - and we'll wait for a purchaser of dragons blood. when one comes, gotta have some. careful. they'll either be bsa or dragon. check?" - "hey great!" - she smiled. "but will they hire you?" "god how should i know?" i said. it was a great plan, i thought, nothing else to do really. at least this would feel like we were doing something. and there it was. i guess we'd have to wait and see about getting a job at the emerald dragon. i suppose i should see a bsa director about this. now i wanted to find out what that eye was supposed to mean, all of these things had a special meaing. and meaning could become very important should we happen to see it again. so, lisa said it was getting late, and i looked outside, noticing how the moon was hanging above the roof of the apartment building across the street. i know one person who wouldn't be surprised to see lisa pregnant. the lucky guy - we were his freaks to be his free pornshow - not softporn i can guarantee that. so we wondered off to bed, and lisa fell asleep immediately, but i had trouble - i just lay there and thought about the past bunch of days. i couldn't even remember how many it'd been. it's amazing how in a course of days that go by fast, quickly, unwatched, how so much can happen and you don't even realise the consequences, or worth --- even all the worthlessness everything has, until you really begin to give it all thought. well, the first hunk of days on this day were fantastic - fast moving - evidence coming along - then the johnny suicide boy with his hollow t.v. of hallswrappers led us (via kevin) to the incest dragon royalty riutal maypole along the dr. seuss street helping with nothing, lack of evidence. the dripping faucet went off - or was it turned off? was the noise bothering somebody? i've just gotta think - what if the dragons had any idea about what we were doing? and.. when did they find out, could possibly some of what we'd found out be wrong? hard to say. hey this was probably all just a bit of paranoia from all of this thinking paranoia from all this thinking some of what we found out possibly paranoia from all this bunch of days of paranoia from all this worthlessness suicide hollow hallswrapper sorethroat spray paranoia from all this paranoia from all this paranoia from all this paranoia from all this paranoia - and i woke up the next morning - lisa went in the kitchen..
