friends, various bsa agents. everythings getting out of hand. so we went to bed, thinking again - i must stop that. but tomorrow came, and it became today with it's coming through the door, like a gayboy turning straight around his parents. yeah, i guess the days change anymore so as that you can't tell when one day was or what it was. it's getting so confused now. seven tonight - i guess i should drag lisa down with me. could be trouble, i suppose. but that was ten hours from now and today, i'd see about a job at the emeralddragon. an hour passed, we ate and worried - and i talked to lisa, 'lisa, i'm going back to the library, well close to it, about seven tonight. possibly a lead or an ambush, and well; i was told by a rodney anonymous that it would be about dragonsblood. but - uh - i'm still going to see -" --- she interrupted, 'rodney anonymous?" --- "oh, he didn't tell me his name," so i continued. "i'm still going to see about getting that job at the emeralddragon!" --- so she smiled --- and i said "so.. you want to go out at 7:00 pm?" --- well, she smiled, again, looking in my eyes. she's got my heart on her lovely lips, no one can smile better than her, "yeah, a nice little sit-and-watch liveaction eh?" --- "yep." --- so i left, and took the bruiseplasmatrain looking out the window watching the cement membrance and various pipes, light - yellow, red and grey. and graffiti. how do you do that? how do you avoid getting hit by a speeding bruiseinjection? so i arrived at the emeralddragon, a divine little herbshop - i wouldn't say headshop, thought, it's true the misinformed would consider it as such. so i got into the herbshop, lacking dragonsblood lisa said, but - i don't know.
jealousy explosion in my - flashback to a gun - getting that 3D distorted 60s psychedelia in verse bit of the old strawberryalarmclock. dynamite, pull the trigger - strawberry explosion of the red rhythmic impulse. nervebloodcorset was splattered all over the torn corset ripped apart by the snaptrigger wirecutters taking a piece of the superconductor wire transmitter. nervebloodcorset. hermaphroditic visions of murder - red fade
back to emeralddragon. so i went in and asked if they were hiring. and she said "we will always hire somebody who qualifies," and she began to interview me then and there. and i only had to lie a few times and i got out after she said she'd call me if it was good.
