the caffeine levels, and lisa smoked, she was a smoker - a dying breed, i'm afraid. so she ws out of smokes and i was running low in the caffeinebean level, needing a drink of the blackwater. going over our lack of evidence. looking for possibly impossible possibilities. the dragon followers were hiding the dragonsblood somewhere, that somewhere being our goalbit of knowledge. we had a tip to see the johnnysuicide boy with his hollow television, getting clues from halls wrapper. this we took to kevin, who was getting through via leftover tossout method. so he tells us it all leads to the dragonroyalty incest rituals under the broadcast maypole on dr seuss exportstreets. and getting there we find more halls wrappers and i draw a copy of a bizarre triangle symbol found on a waterbox - saltwater the divine cement ocean we swim in as citydwellers - and some consider us bsa agents as the very bottom of the oceanfloor. crustacean disciples moving aimlessly and staying just as put as the corraldecays. so we went to superx on the way to our apartment so i could buy a notebook and i put the triangle design on the inside of the notebook cover. oh. and we listed all the solid findings on the first page - flipped the book upsidedown and i put the derived conclusions on the back pages, upsidedown. and lisa called some out. i wrote them down. she was very brilliant and nothing was really getting us anywhere. and sitting around we lost pointless, rootless conclusions to draw... and i offered cornflakes, when a call came over the phone. lisa got it, talked for a bit, and hung up. "that was paul," she said. "he says teh dragons are getting into sweetmarjoram now - he said they make a strong tea out of it, dip a cottoncloth into it, and wrap the cloth around their throats, and then often cover this with a torn bit of a flannel shirt - he said it might be worht looking into. but i don't really see how" - i replied, "and neither do i, i mean it's just another one of their bizarre pointless
