bits of leftover leftover scraps. there was a sack of sugar in there. jesus, what kind of sugar? and i couldn't remember and i figured it'd be good on some cornflakes. waiting for the bsa stories to come together so i could piece together where we were going next. the cornflakes in my halfsour milk and the sweet sugar - waking up of lisa. and she came in all sweet and beautiful. funny how a woman looks so sexy in the morning, when her hair is still wet from showering - and she's wearing sweatpants and an old tshirt. i remembered now the bsa director kevin behind the bigbear, pharmacy dumpinggrounds. and i didn't think i could tolerate all this, having to carry around all this stress. and kevins words --- mulberry street is near the television maypole. under the box. incest ritual grounds of the 666beast. dragonking inbreeding. and it required the incest rites we'd gotten from the johnnyboy's suicidetelevision secret hiding place. and today, i guess we'd hurry - or rush - down the plasmarailroad to the television maypole, and check out the ground common to incest rites of dragonkings. i wonder what kind of sister johnny had.. and after i get dressed in my jacket-pants-hat, necessities, i'd say. and we're riding the old blackandblue - plasmabruisetrain, and we got there before the purplespotschecker, a bsa securityguard, and everything is kind of fuzzy as we learn more. gotta find out about the dragonsblood. johnny didn't give us much, not as much as we'd hoped for, and maybe this will get us somewhere. and now where are we? yeah that's where we were, at the incestuous maypole for the dragonkings. we searched the area, not finding much, except for a whitepaint drawing of a triangle made up of three triangles coming together in the center.
