and i copied this on the back of a halls wrapper i found tucked into a hole in the cementwall of the box. the doors on the box were locked, so we were unable to investigate completely. but by this time the purplespotchecker arrived asking us who we were. "i'm jim lucas, and this is lisa george, we're bsa agents investigating goalwise of finding the dragonsblood." - and the purplespotchecker asked for i.d., which we showed proudly, and invited him to have coffee with us, "i know this shop on the cementshore, and you can watch all the elite topflight godfish. and we all know they're unaware of teh world we're cleaning up below them." and he responded, "yes well i'm a bsa psc and i just wanted to make sure you weren't dragonagents. this is a routine stop." - said he couldn't make coffee, but maybe some other time. and psc's are all so uncapable of abstract thought anyway - half of them were burnouts getting a job. and it was nice to see them with a job.
and we went back to the apartment after stopping at superxdrugs and buying a notebook. notes were important - a necessity, like the pants-jacket-hat grey and fantastic. and after buying the notebook took the bruiseplasma undergroundtrain to our apartment. and i got inside with lisa, we sat on the floor of the livingroom - she would recite various things we'd found out so far, and i'd write them down in my algebraiclogic method - points corresponding close to each other, various lines and arrows - geometry rewriting of equationsentences and trying to make connection. the farflung ideas being worth everything. and a resulting tangent being the algebraheat on the brain - caffeinewithdrawal headaches, it was time to go to the shore coffeeshop, get a new coffeebeancard, you buy so many drinks, and you get one free. yeah, that's where we were - both of us in caffeine withdrawal - nada in
