rituals." and we both held a very common opinion on the sweetmarjoram act, another insane fad amongst the dragonkings, serfs, and wantnots. and i knew i was going to hit dangerlevel as far as caffeine, and nicotine levels were looking low for lisa. i could tell - she was starting to chew on the inside of her cheek - which she does as the nicotine levels get low. and my headache was bordering on soultrainmigraine, so it was us walking to the coffeeshop after taking the bruiseplasmatrain, and she'd bought some smokes at the station. and we got some new coffeebeancards, and some espressos (where yr running low, you say fill'erup) at making it all seem selfserve, fullserve - i drank the espresso. caffeine half up, maybe 3/4, but i needed more for later - so i bought another espresso, now i had 2 holes on my card and lisa had one. she now lit a cigarette,
cold and dry european san francisco los angelos it was all a little shaky as the caffeine exploded adrenalglands the grande avagadro equipaje the supreme xtc of injection - rejection - reflection. memory flashback: it came quickly fading out lisa and dropping into a recess of my mind and i held a gun - shot - bang - blood - explosion of the nervebloodcorset drip drip - all explosion red rhythmic impulse veinverve bloodimpulse in the corsetdivision fallingapart. the bang explosion of his head or her head damn those memory relationships - nothing certain just enough to drive one bout out of one's mind.
lisa, yeah - that's where we were in the cementshore coffeeshop. my caffeine levels bursting a little high. shaky - too much, i'm afraid. and we decided we shuld go ask kevin or somebody what that weird triangle symbol was. definitely just another stupid bizarre dragon ritual symbol. doubtless someway connected to the incest rituals. what would be involved? and was the marjoram something special, or just another fad bizarre weird often stupid trends. fads of a bizarre herbalincest. so we took the bruiseplasma - injected itself into the veins under the city's cementskin, oceanlife, to bigbear pharmlife compostheap. we got there - mt dumpster, no bit of prozacdivinities. no kevin. nobody. and so we went into the
