and it's nice to find the books on the 7th floor - and walking up and down, seeing it there, so i guess i took it, and went to a private study area - the book was filled with drawings - hundreds of different symbols made absolutely perfect, every angle exact - so i found the dragonseye, but all it told me was that it was the dragonseye, and that was nothing, or, to say - i didn't learn anything new, so i looked in the other book, but it didn't even have the dragonseye, it was mainly drawings of various dragins touching on pern, middlearth, etc. etc.. well, at least i'd confirmed what kevin had told me. and thi sguy came up to me after i'd left the library and i was on anyway to the bruiseplasmatrain. he was wearing a jacket-pants-hat chorusline ensemble - as to say, they went so well together - and i'd kill for such a set of clothing. but he came up to me and smiled and said "photoengraving" and he meant it as a question - so i gave him a question "what?" --- "dragonsblood, right?" --- i smiled - couldn't help it - "maybe, why?" --- so instead of answering he motioned, saying "come here" --- well, he led us behind a building and he pulled out numerous packets of red dragonsblood powder - "i don't know where, but i know when - i haven't a clue what though. see tomorrow at seven pm be here, and i'll have an hour to explain." --- and i became suspicious - "who are you?" --- "i'll tell you later - oh - i was referred to tell you this by a purplespotchecker he said you were checking out the maypole - you should be careful - bsa agents don't get to visit royal earth often." --- so i finally got the bruiseplasmatrain - afraid - well, i was glad to be home, and i waited for lisa who arrived. she said, 'i went to see oliver.' oliver being her son. and we coasted into a whirlwind of deep emotions, taking turns crying, because i can't stand to see another person cry, especially when it's lisa. so i wanted a futon, that is to say - i'd picked up a brochure at the futonshop the other day. and i wanted one now. and we are nice and cozy at teh bottom of society, wishing for a buginarug feeling - homeless, in a news wrapup. story at eleven. i need to get back to the real stuff - we got tired of tripping cheap herbals. even lisas buying ladys tobacco. and that reminds me, i needed to see about getting a job at the emerald dragon. dragon dragnet - a boredom resist. i'm drawn to the pocket webster- drag'on, n. fabulous winged reptile
slimy coldblooded dragonagents and they're shooting us our
